you held my hand,
and promised never to let go,
when it came to go,
he said he would be in contact with me,
for he couldnt let go,
i waited for him,
the leaves changed colors,
from green to orange,
till there was none no more,
an yet i waited,
for i to couldnt let go,
tears stained my cheeks,
still waiting,
waiting for your touch,
your voice, so stong but gentle,
still waiting,
i cant let go.
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