Thursday, November 26, 2015

They are gone

I thought there would be music,
I was wrong,
Colours would become vivid,
Noise to birdsong.

My world should have changed,
I was wrong,
Like every other friend,
Like every other bond.

I should have noticed,
I was wrong,
You won't see your love,
Until they are gone.

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