the coming and going of Love.

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I'm all sentimental again.
It might be the rain
or the music
or this terrible fear.
I know You will set off again
As sure as I am of Your Return
but there is a Sadness
with your leaving. always;
those sweet returns
but of all of it I know we cannot
cannot
stop
time.
I will write you letters
and you will sing me songs
but the lines on your face
are what i love the most.