The days go by, then a month, then a year,
and still through the days I see not a change.
No matter what happens, you still aren't here,
and how you just disappeared is what's strange.
No explanation, no warning, just gone.
I wish I had just some of your courage
to go leave one rainy morning at dawn,
to leave one day without any message.
How I long for somewhere to be renewed
or to just disappear, just not to be,
not to see, not to feel, not to hear you,
the ghost that you are, which I long to be.
But as many days that I want to go,
there are more that I want to stay and know.
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PoetryLove destroys you in the most beautiful ways, that when your loved one leaves you; you will understand why people let their pain bleed into poetry.
