Again,
The year replays its tune
The somber song
For one is leaving.
Again,
I see hands raised
Moving from left to right
Waving in quiet agony
While yet others enclosed in a hug.
Again,
The sounds return
The people crying
Their feets scurrying
To hurry before the gates closes
The planes……the noise!
and then silence……...
Gone are they who once keep us near
Our laughter's now trapped in 2 letters
Gone are the shoulders to cry on
Our ears now resolved to typing
A substantial portrayal with no feelings and warmth
For none replaces the space you left behind.
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