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Africa

I remember your time in Africa
And the pain that I felt
But also our first night
What an animal you were
How much love I had for you
You really belonged there
How lonely I was with you there
That month away in Africa
I remember longing for you
And the love I still felt
Ignoring the problems that were
Keeping me up all night
Still I remember that one night
At your place, we got to know us there
Looking at the stars that were
Right there with you in Africa
Alongside the distance you haven’t felt
Between us and me waiting for you
While I was hoping for you
To change your mind one night
Because of the love you have felt
I saw a chance for us there
When you return from Africa
But you saw the changes that were
Between us, the issues that were
More complicated for you
That realization came in Africa
When you sat by yourself one night
And didn’t wish for me to be there
There was no more love that you felt
You stopped to care what I felt
That month away that you were
Time was different for you there
And things came easier to you
When you weren’t lonely at night
An animal in Africa


It is easier for me now to think about you
Knowing your eyes said goodbye before you went to Africa

When your words weren’t coming to you that one night

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