I pass people in the hall all day long
But not you, you’re gone
You’re not sitting in those lounge chairs
You’re not passing me going up the stairs
You’re nowhere to be found
You’re nowhere around
You’re not sitting by Dillan at breakfast
You’re not making me laugh while I'm taking a test
You’re not outside playing hacky sack
You left and didn’t look back
You’re across the country
You’re making me feel like you forgot about me
You’re not answering your phone
You’ve moved on
I pass people in the hall all day long
I wish just one time I could see you, But you’re gone!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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A fantastic poem mourning for the departed friend whom you are not hopeful of meeting again. Tn marks to the wailing heart to get healed.