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They're not finished, but I miss them already.

The consequence of the journey ahead

Means our time together will not be steady,

And the separation is what I dread.

We laugh, we commiserate and strategize,

Expounding on our truths squarely - more than is par -

Yet the only we have failed to recognize

Is that our drunken nights can only go so far.

Following our dreams takes us away

From the safe havens we hold dear.

When my time comes so will come the day

I must take leave to face my fear,

Battle through it to the bittersweet end -

But I will always call you friend.