A poem written out of hurt after a break up. The hurt turned into something else in the poem "Box".
My dear, I believe our duet is done
Our show was without flaws
Still I hear the applause
My love, the time has come
To pursue solo careers
Share songs with other ears
I’ll miss the way we sang
Now our act ends and the lights fall
Perhaps we’ll meet again at the curtain call
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