How I wish you were gone by now-
Harsh it may seem, a misplaced colored view!
But can you deny, I was richer when you came,
Much poorer as you prepare at last to withdraw!
Yes, I know what you would say-
Some sunny mornings, carefree nights and some wishes coming
true.
Some new friends, some glimmer of love, also an occasional
bright ray.
You brought me back home, to my roots-
Fragrance of a wisp of rain, a clear starry night, a morning
wet with dew.
But, this Sunday afternoon as I sit and rewind-
I can’t deny a feeling of loss, a keen if subtle hint of
pain.
On a difficult day, as you long for your lost innocence, for
the childhood you’ve left behind-
The finality of their loss dawns on you, and the gaping void
only grows wider;
No more playing in the sun, or with no weariness in the
shoulder running in the rain!
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