Gone 2014

Sometimes I think I see your face,

Hiding in the shadows.

The sound of laughter, whispered words,

Echoing in the halls.

Sometimes I dream of seeing you,

Unchanged by years gone by,

But when I wake you disappear,

Like ashes in the wind.

Sometimes I'm glad that I remember,

The years that you were here,

But then I wish I could forget,

The day you broke and left.

Sometimes the days and months slip by,

And years roll into one,

But then the seconds all slow down

And I realise you are still gone.

The End

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