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One day you left.
You didn't really say why.
One day we were laughing.
The next you were saying goodbye.
You didn't give a reason.
One that made sense that is.
Only that you had to leave.
It just seemed to be the thing of the season
This sudden flight.
One minute life was sweet,
Ticking along at its pace.
Many a time we would meet,
And type into oblivion.
Could it be we got too close?
And that scared the living daylights out of you.
The fact that feelings like those
Don't always behave in orderly fashion.
One is afraid of what can't be controlled
Lest one is sucked into the maelstrom.
Whipped away and lost to sense
Cast upon the shore-wrecked.
You may be back you said,
When common sense prevails.
But oh how boring life would be,
If being sensible were the only criteria.
Sometimes you need to fly too close to the sun,
So that in being seared you live.
Just as moths fly tempted by the light,
May ultimately fry on the pyre of their own temptation.
In living we risk.
By risking we live.
And what is living
Without feeling?
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