echo wierdo

He's Gone

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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Poem Submitted: Sunday, November 1, 2009

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