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The dewdrop's dream

How long before
the dew on the rose
fades away
to make way
for the sun's ray
far more brilliant
than the tiny drop
which, with all it's heart
believed in the dream to stay
kissing the petal
till doomsday...

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The missing footsteps

A forced smile stands guard
cages the tears within my heart
but the fugitive eye
lets out the ache of the goodbye.

You've departed the place you felt you sought
but you're still plodding along my lane of thoughts
how do I bid adieu
to anything besides the physical you.

I know we'd walk the trail together again someday
and all the while that the path alone I tread
I'd imagine hearing you say
"I did miss you... as much as you did."