"Dawn's in trouble - must be Tuesday"

"For Bambi"

Sometimes leaving comes too soon
And "good-bye" is seldom a word
Easily said, if at all.

Constant reminders linger
Making the pain too real,
The memories too clear,
And the present too sublime.

Shakespeare failed to mention
That sorrow outweighs sweet
When it comes to parting

But the dawn will beat the night,
The sun will trump the moon,
And another day will come
For you again.