There came a day in early spring
when I was feeling everything
in bloom for you.
But you were gone
wandering in the darker woods
wondering
if you could, or would,
return
to sit in the green spring grasses,
lie in the summer sunshine
run through the autumn leaves,
or leave now.
Freewill
brings choices
until
you know,
nothing gone is ever lost,
nothing lost is never saved,
so
choose once again.
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