From Jakarta to Wyckoff

Dearest Ezra,

 

You were my favorite hello

And my hardest goodbye

 

You were the voice I hear

In my lullabies

 

I held you close

Every winter and summertime

 

When the sadness came

Darling, you were my sunshine

 

I loved you so dearly,

I could never justify

 

Of all the nights we spent

The nights we survived

 

Why tonight would be

the end of our story line.

 

 

From Jakarta to Wyckoff, with all the love there is left.

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