Monday, April 17, 2006

When I am gone

When I am gone,
Would I be missed?
Or would I be forgotten
Like a decayed leave?

If you are gone
You shall not be missed
As you never leave my heart
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1 comment:

Echo said...

Every piece is part of another piece. Not missed, only superficially. Only always there. Can't be missed. Only the sensation is missed.

April 18, 2006 3:37 am

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