"The Passing"
I stand aloneAnd look around
Wondering where you went.
You were just here
Right beside me
Not a moment has been spent.
I reach out to touch you
But cannot feel you
And this has frightened me.
I close my eyes
And listen closely
But cannot hear you speak.
It's getting cold now
I must go home
And look another day.
That day will come
When I find you
And know I've passed away.
--RW
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