He Is Gone
He is gone,
you can finally say goodbye.
The scissors have finally cut,
the strings that choked your heart,
made you cry.
He has stepped away,
you can let a smile spread 'cross your face.
You know that he will never go there...
He has taken another soul as his slave,
she has said yes to eternity,
and you are freed from what he was.
He is gone,
dear look up at me.
Can't you see?
You are free.
Copyright © Louise Picek | Year Posted 2007
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