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I was so close to letting go, billy.

So close to forgiving billy,

With a strand of suade, from your jacket, hung up

I keep it as a reminder

It's my only remainder of us

And the taste

the scent,

the feel of love.

Like wild summer nights across the plane

I am brought to tears

At the sound of your name,

And to my knee's

At the sight of your face.

You are my holy grail 

You are my saving grace

When fantasy moon lights

As hope, or as faith 

Billy, 

I know that you'll miss me again.