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line . . .
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–
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.
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f
–
–
–
goodbye.
Reflection: This is a melancholy-themed poem in which the affected party is witnessing the final moments of someone who meant a lot to him or her. It might be the final moments of a romantic relationship, of someone suffering from injury or illness, or of a dear friend or family member going down a troubled path or turning away from the affected party for some reason.
I wrote much of this poem over a week or so in reflection of one of my favorite movies: “Film Stars Don’t Die in Liverpool.” I played the wonderful song “A Million Parachutes” by The Sixpence None the Richer, and this song served as the inspiration for the final phase of poem refinements (I played the song repeatedly on low volume to create the “moodset” for the final stages of the poem). This poem primarily reflects the sad end of the film but was important enough to me to keep trying and trying until it finally captured what I was seeking. If you listen to the song at low volume while reading this poem, you might better get the “feel” of it.