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Lately is seems as though
you are a different person
from who you used to be.

Even though you act and look
very much the same,
it seems
different, somehow.

It might be for the best,
as the person that I miss
is then not the same
as the person I see every day.

It is all so very, very strange.

The laughther, the colours, the joy
that fill my mind
every moment of the day,
are gone.
The sadness, the despair, the darkness
that came to me
when joy was lost,
is gone.

Nothing remains,
except the memories
and the feelings we shared.

All is gone,
except the emptiness
inside

Wearily waiting,
Wandering, watching
The thin, little twig twirls around and around
Attached in the centre
To a larger branch that
Marches
                 steadily
                                onwards
The massive trunk is sneaky, yet steadfast
Never budging
Yet never standing still
Moving only between glances.

Moving,
But rarely far enough.

Calm.
Clear, blue open skies.
Light brush strokes tracing the horizon.
Bright, fiery leaves trembling
In the cautious wind,
Dutifully awaiting the inevitable.

Silent.
A nest of magpies hurriedly
Chasing each other
Through the frosty air
Past a lonely sparrow
Sitting motionless
On a thin, barren branch.

Its beak opens.
A soundless chirp bellows forth,
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