Dd

How it was, how it could be,
will never be.
I left on a whim,
like the wind that blows
the leaves.
Grounded, I dispersed
like ashes as our voices
carried through the phone line.
You moved on,
I carry onward.
I'm happy and you're happy.
But you'll always be
with me.







Written for the one who drifted away from me.