G o n e 

I cried into the silence of the night

 my tears kissed the pillows

and my weeps filled the stillness of the hour

I stare out and found you’re gone..

gone.. gone… faster  than the swinging pendulum

faster than the breeze that instantly swayed the branches..

oh even faster than that of the speeding train..

I looked around to find traces of you

but nothing I found.

I looked inside and there I found you.

Only a memory of lost yesterday

because you’re gone..

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