then last night I spoke to a friend
and all the heaviness was gone.
My heart feels much lighter
and my future much brighter
than it has been in a long while.
The conversation was full of smiles
and brightened up my day
and we were both reluctant,
though we knew, we had to
say goodbye for another day.
24 November 2009
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