what could be sadder
than a tree losing its leaves
in Spring time, or those beclouded
tiny dots in the night sky?
what could be more hurtful
than a child’s half-eaten ice cream
fell on the ground, or a dog master
burying his own best friend?
what haunts you more
than those words left unsaid
or life’s what-could-have-been’s?
nothing, really. just you, leaving.
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this remains untitled, for now. :)






