29. And You Have Left

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I always thought that when you left
There would be some kind of sign
Some kind of warning-
An eerie otherworldly premonition.

Perhaps the birds would stop singing;
Perhaps the sun would no longer shine.
Perhaps TV screens would turn to static;
Perhaps radios would stop their playing.

But when you left me
There was no special sign:

The birds still sang
And no storm clouds dimmed the sun.
A light wind whooshed through the trees,
And flowers bloomed unknowingly
In the deep green of my garden.

I woke up and smiled.
My heart was light and unburdened
-But you were no longer there-

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