Gone again

To grow into loving something or someone makes it all the more hard to let it go.

There is a home within those swelling and dipping emotions.

You were there, and they always smiled, and so and so says I'm special.

How come I have to leave? How come?

Isn’t it good? Aren’t they good for me?

I loved them, him, that place. It’s the place.

It makes me love anyone? Does it?

I am too sad to know anymore how I am.

Only that I left. In silence.

No big ending or closure.

Just gone again.

Only this time was the last.

-Annelise

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