Gone

Time passes.

People forget.

Gone, all gone.

 

Will I see them again?

Will they care?

Gone, all gone.

 

Are they even still alive?

Do they remember me?

Gone, all gone.

 

It hurts to lose them.

Do they feel the same?

They're gone. All gone.

 

Is there anyone there now?

Will anyone stay?

Yes, God will. 

The End

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