Taken For Granted

No more protesting from you
You finally give in and fall my way
My ever present outstretched hands will catch you
You know
But as you hit the floor and gasp
From the shock of the cold lonely floor
Look around to see that i've gone
And you cannot say when you last saw me.
I'm never coming back.
Both cold, lost and alone.
Who is the winner in this piece?

The End

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