the consciousness - the words that broke your heart.
yet softly whispering in the breeze
are voices asking the seasons to change.
a calling you did not hear,
the foot steps you could not take,
for the decision you could not make
You will never learn.
No more a validation of my thoughts
but a restlessness of what has not been said
when given the chance.
And in a season to be joyous
I can not think of you.
I can only wish you well
as you walk away.
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