Monday, 10 November 2014

It Could

Leave the final words unsaid
I do not want to hear them
Instead, let the seed of hope sit
Under blanket of snow
On soil infertile and poor
It will never rise again
But it could

Do not say farewell when you leave
I do not want to hear it
Instead, leave in silence
That I may look up and notice you not
Where you were but moments ago
And wonder, when will you return
You never will
But you could

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