Gone
It wasn’t that I wanted to let him go.
I held his hand from Russia to Pompei,
I held his hand for the length of the train,
And yet, he managed to slip away.
The paths we took did not converge
Though I never did asked him why.
I thought our connection would always last
Then saw the truth that everything must die.
I never saw his face again;
I never really tried.
I stay here lost without my friend
As the days continue by.
Author’s comments on post 379: I’m not in a depressed mood and this doesn’t have significance to my life. But when I try to write something happy…
I think depression is more interesting to write about. But don’t have a sad day, be happy and enjoy life!
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