They will leave you
on a summers day,
as the sun casts
its longest shadow.
Or on an autumn evening,
when the leaves
scatter in despair.
Or in the plight of winter,
when the nights are
cold and long.
Or in the spring,
when cherry blossoms fall
like broken words of love.
I do not know what moment
they will leave you,
I know only that
they will.
No one stays.
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Wow. Its hard to nearly make me cry. You almost accomplished it.