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Gone like the geese who
fly high above the horizon
Gone like the clouds which
evaporate into nothing.
Gone like the blood from
a scapped knee.
These things are trivial compared
to the going of the one you love.
When they are gone they take
your happiness.
With them gone you live each day
with wanting to live no more.
You begin to miss out on everything
because you are occupied with your sorrow.
When they have the ability to move on
you sit and wonder did they really mean
all the things they said.
With them gone you are nothing
but a bird with a broken wing.