Leaving
Bittersweet is the thought
Of what I once admired
I sought a sense of acceptance
Only to not have a chance
But the constant question
Of where you have gone
The vibrant colors of the past are fading
And a hollow shell of memories remain
I have accepted to forget
But the itching wonder
Of what will be
Of the two future paths
That are sure to never cross again
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