When she goes, she goes

 

November 10, 2013

 

When she goes, she goes,

The old pop song claims,

And I wonder if I will feel as empty

As he did when she went back then,

She goes because it is time to go

Like old time cotton farmers

Who wear out the earth

Until nothing grows but peanuts.

When she goes, she goes,

And won’t come back,

Or turn back,

The hour glass having run out

With nobody to turn back the clocks

So, she might start over,

All the familiar faces having already faded,

Though like ghosts they still stroll

The same halls she still strolls,

Their voices echoes in the places she still sits,

Sad and depleted, leaving her fewer choices,

To come and go,

But as she says, to mostly go,

And not come back.

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