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”