And I look around,
And I look around again.
I see nobody there
And I wonder "since when?"
So I listen out
Hoping to hear your voice,
Needing the comforts you bring.
But you are gone, 'twas your choice.
And I keep on looking
And I keep on listening,
All the while wondering how
I let you go without a goodbye...
And I'll always keep looking
And I'll always be listening
In the hope that some day,
The vain hope that someday
I might see you,
I might hear you,
I could be with you
Again.
*Author's note - Sorry for the irregularity, I composed this mentally as a song. Who knows, I may record it at some point, if I do I'll link it*
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Into the Depths of Despair
Poetry"I sometimes find, and I am sure you know the feeling, that I simply have too many thoughts and memories crammed into my mind. At these times, I use the Pensieve. One simply siphons the excess thoughts from one's mind, pours them into the basin, and...
