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each first day of school
we stood beside you
waiting for the yellow bus
to take you there.

we knew you would return
our ache temporary.

no more busses stop here
today we stand beside your car
packed with everything that is you
this place no longer serves your dreams
we each whisper unspoken
by necessary tears
the need of your departure
our need of your return
our ache becoming permanent.

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