February 22, 2011
By Miimii BRONZE, Panama City, Florida
Miimii BRONZE, Panama City, Florida
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I watch you walk away, gone.
Looking where you lay, gone.

Why did you leave?
What did I say? Gone.

Alone, I stand.
Crying when I may. Gone.

How long has it been,
A year or a day? Gone

Could I find you again?
I’ll do it some way. Gone.

Searching far and near
All night, all day. Gone.

A ticket for a train somewhere,
Travelling one way. Gone.

Staring at the sky,
I pray. Gone.
Longing to see you,
But do not, and all is grey. Gone.

Never again will you call
Nay, gone.

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