gone

as the world flips and furls

the clocks keep marching on

time’s grey ribbon gently curls

and with a breath, you’re gone

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it only took a second

as you crossed the gate

but i never truly reckoned

you’d accept the bait

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it wasn’t your fault, i know

but i hoped you’d stay and fight

i didn’t think you’d actually go

and not see tomorrow’s light

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time rushes to meet us

and though we strive to deny

death rushes to greet us

no matter how hard we try

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we can smile and refuse to believe

the clocks keep marching on

but, in the end, time will decieve

and with a breath, we’re gone