Leaving All Behind
It's not that I am helpless
I just can't help myself,
and as your memories call
I answer, and teardrops fall.
But a dream or two ago
we'd trade a kiss hello,
a greeting of two lovers
with a new life to uncover.
In sorrow that we fell apart
my heart fumbles in the dark
in an ever-changing world
with all of life a-whirl.
Missing what was meant to be
and stug'ling with what I now see;
I see we're both be-leavers. . .
. . .leaving all behind.
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