The lists are set - all calls are made.
Boxes sealed, tagged with a name;
I’d rather not go just the same.
Time has moved on - I am afraid.
So, it seems I must follow my fate
Along this road - I’ve never traveled.
To a destiny with a blind date.
Gathering memories lest they unravel
‘for I find where love - has strayed.
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