I saw your
face that wasn’t there
Saw it hang in
empty air
As you walked away
Strode into the gray
Your name
bitter hung
On my stricken tongue
Burnt
sick by hope
Too broken to cope
So again I
must learn
You’ll never return
You left long ago
You had places to go!
From afar I
heard you speak
My poor heart went a-leak
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