Don’t think you are deserted
For no one is leaving you behind
You are surrounded by all
Who left their footprint in the grind
When people walk away
They dare not admit and say
how much they would still love to stay
perhaps, in one or another way,
courage is what they lack
to simply turn their back
one last time before they go
look you in the eyes
no longer hiding their cries
if only you would know
how many regretful tears flow
in doubt of what they missed
what could have been
distant, but always akin
a bond that ever was, forever will,
‘cause sweet memories eventually fill
the space of an open door
for always, there will be more
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