Gone

January 1, 2015

I stop being

aware and get to

comfortable to be

prepare when you're here .

Then You leave me

without warning ,

without question , I

ask questions ,

looking for reasons why ,

for a few nights and mornings .

A tree outside fell ,

it's down and tore

because of the storming , but it

grow again . You ran

through my mind ,

you carried my mind ,

made me feel like I

was losing my mind until my mind lost you . I

don't care anymore , I think of you no more

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