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it’s the last day of school

knowing you are going

but you can’t leave yet

it’s the moment when

you’re told, “it’s over”

knowing that it is

but you can’t grieve yet

it’s the coldest day in march

knowing that it will get warmer

but it isn’t warm yet

i’m ready to go

grieve

let go

but i can’t …not yet

Filed under : poetical, career
By shishnit
On February 16, 2007
At 3:14 pm
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