GONE
It’s so quiet in this house you can hear a tear drop.
now that you’ve gone.
It is so still in this house you can feel the air move,
now that you’ve left.
It is so empty in this house I can barely fill my shoes,
Now that you’ve moved on.
Gone girl-
Gone son-
Gone love-
It’s different now
I must become different too.
I should wash my self of my self,
Be like the melting snow.
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