Gone Pt 1
I see you in the reflection of my thoughts.
A few here a few there we should have but we didn't.
The laughs all stopped but the light was still green.
Now it takes longer but we still get it done.
One more time and we just keep moving.
Paths are different now.
Trees are taller, reaching.
Vines dragging and the pulling.
Those lovely red roses are hiding.
And they were loved as you.
Gone.
Copyright © Patrick Cornwall | Year Posted 2011
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