We packed up our winter clothes
Made sure the windows were closed
Walked to the curb with our bags
Knowing we weren't coming back
The wineglasses sat on the floor
In newspapers faded and torn
Abandoned like so many dreams
We never forget, we just leave
The hands of the clock clasped in prayer
The scars of the years that we wear
Like a tag on your shirt with a name
A reminder that some things don't change
A reminder that some things never change
A reminder that some things don't change
jbg
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