Since

you’ve been

gone each day

is just like the

day before. nothing

remarkable nothing

new under the sun or moon

or stars that you hung just for me

you put the colors in the rainbow

then took them with you to the other side.

I know you can’t come back, even for me.

But when it’s my time, will you come

for me? It has to be you.

There is nothing for me here

men are all the same with

one thing in common:

they are not you.

there is no

one but

You.

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