flipping through your gallery
I see tears
wetting a diary
The treads, the grip
You refusing to go
then you tripped off,
slid, slipped off
fell
And so, you are gone
Quietly, silently
You summoned nobody to tell
you are going
so fast so gone
you sneaked and passed on
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