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by Norman
Rated: E · Poetry · Drama · #2283573
I don't know where I'll go to.
I don’t know when I’m leaving
but it may be real soon.
It could be on a cold dark night
or sunny afternoon.

I don’t know where I’ll go to.
I haven’t thought that far.
I don’t know if I’ll take a train
or just hop in my car.

But one thing I can tell you,
you won’t see me no more.
You’ll only find an empty house
when you walk through that door.

I don’t know how this happened,
how things turned out so bad.
But there are just too many days
when I am feeling sad.

I guess that I should tell you,
but you already know.
It hasn’t been the same for us,
not like so long ago.

One thing I’d like to ask you
before I travel on.
Will you remember how we were
and miss me when I’m gone?

Or will this be a blessing,
some thing you’d like to do?
Maybe instead you’ll disappear
and I’ll be missing you.

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