lingering

Gone you say, gone like
the wind gone like the car
down the driveway gone like the
deer in the backyard who ran gone like
the staircase gone like that bed with the stained
sheets and gone like all those days of myths and gone
like who we remember ourselves to be, gone like who we never
will be again gone like all those sunny nights and gone like falling on
that carpet: gone. gone. gone.
gone we are.

gone we will be.

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