Gone
A dream is thought
That wishes to be true
A hope that must be sought
And brings a new
Thought to the table
A new wish to my heart
Which keeps me stable
When we must part
It reminds me of the good
And erases the bad
So I am left with a outline
A residual of you
The true form forgotten
In the tears of blue
But if I could
I’d think of it all
I would realize the fact
That you are really gone