Presence
Sad and torn
A fad and forlorn
Year after year
The same story
I’m beginning to think if my predecessor was predetermined
My determination was nonexistent
My detriment
All I ever needed to establish was a personification
An emblem of myself
Transfixed on the mind and heart of the perceiver
The receiver, the reciprocator
After all was done, what remained was an implied “Bye”
I bid farewell and took my flight
It would all be different had I began with a “Hi”
A fad and forlorn
Year after year
The same story
I’m beginning to think if my predecessor was predetermined
My determination was nonexistent
My detriment
All I ever needed to establish was a personification
An emblem of myself
Transfixed on the mind and heart of the perceiver
The receiver, the reciprocator
After all was done, what remained was an implied “Bye”
I bid farewell and took my flight
It would all be different had I began with a “Hi”
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