Gone

Wind by Autumn Mott
Picture By: Autumn Mott

It was like wind,

Here one day, gone the next.

If only it could be a trick in my mind,

Then you wouldn’t be gone.

It was like summer,

Ignorance was our crime.

But you know we’ll remember

No matter the time.

It was like a clock

Ticking down to the end.

We watched in shock

As you became one with the wind.

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