Goodbye to Year 2025
You were not always kind,
but you were mine.
I watched you fade
like golden wheat in the wind,
each moment slipping through my fingers.
There were tears I did not show,
and laughter I did not expect.
You held my sorrow,
and sometimes,
you held me too.
Now I sit beneath the sky,
where the light bends into memory,
and I whisper goodbye
with a heart too full to speak.
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