It was a quiet day
When I had to leave you
Bluest sky o'er a golden world
Sharp and crisp were the echoes heard
The turning leaves danced
In the company of the pines
Remembering the sun for colder nights
A gentle breeze is comforting
A frightened heart that was wondering
I did not want to leave you
Or our daughters
This quiet day
Each hour closer to an unknown horizon
A fleeting tide fears winter is coming
A sad,
Long,
Lonely winter lacking color
Whose shorter days see less heartache
As mine is hidden from your gaze
Like a river
Lost
In a canyon, whispering quietly
The cold and empty story
Of his life and how he did not want to leave.
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