we could've shared more laughs,
but time didn't allow it.
we pass by each other for the last three days
exchanging smiles and nods...
but you only spoke to me,
in between my sips of gin and your shots of rhum
on the night before i left.
at least, that's a start.
maybe next time we'd talk more
when i get back,
if you're still there.
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