She's Gone - Poem by Leonard Dabydeen
What game is this anyway?
sometimes I see you everywhere
and then somewhere else
you’re gone like a flittering butterfly
and appear back again
as if nothing happened;
you must be looking for something
why don’t you tell me your story?
everyone has a story
it may not be the same like the others
but it’s a story all the same
it has a beginning
it has a middle
it has an end
and if there is no end
then obviously your mind
is playing a double-cross game
what game is this anyway?
will I ever know
when you’re gone?
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