Sunday, February 28, 2010

Going home.

Woke up early, everything was prepared for leaving for the airport.
On the way there I felt her presence, next to me, but we didn't do much taking.
Only the shine of the full moon to watch over us.

Will I ever see her again, this girl that has showed me so much? This was a thought that kept
working it's way to the front of my mind.

Finally there were no tears, just a warm goodbye, as
I turned and left, remembering not to turn around to look at her, as she asked.

I arrived at a empty house, the house looked like it had lost its soul.
It was again turned back into a wooden box,
only made to protect people from the elements of nature.

But her footprints in the snow still remain, left as a memory of her, telling me the truth... she is gone.

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