Gone
My lover is gone,
He's now on his way,
To go where I can't,
He never can stay.
He appears with the chill,
When the leaves start to fall,
But then takes his leave,
When the shadows get small.
I beg him to stay,
As I look to the sky,
I wait for an answer,
But I get no reply.
He's gone from me now,
But I count down the nights,
When there's a chill to the air,
And he's back in my sights.
TLA 3/16/17
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