It is gone. Nothing
remains. Nothing is
the same. It is gone.
Gone for good.
What is left of me:
a man lost at sea?
What is gone is free.
Paying attention
is free. Things go
until they are gone.
People are right
until they are not.
People lose sight
and it is wrong.
I will try to stay
before I am gone.

Poignantly evoked
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Deeply appreciated ☺️
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Most welcome
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