Her Path
As you walk away,
The trees start to sway,
The cool wind gently blows,
I can hardly find your toes.
The path for you will clearly end,
Your footsteps are becoming a blur,
And I no longer can pretend,
I am tired and unknown of the cure.
There's a new path I must take for me,
One that I can only see.
One that leads us differently,
So you leave me.
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