I propose that I was unsure of your state.
For I didn't really understand or figure in time.
Supposing perhaps an hours recovery.
Or a week to brew yourself.
Whatever was hidden in the starlit night.
Racing the streaks of heaven.
Could you ever have been one
to whisper while I slept.
This ride is so lonesome without you.
Just remember for when I am home again,
To smile and maybe force a laugh.
Try recall when you and I were happy.
And please keep my swan song close
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