gone like the effortless breeze and the hollowed out phrases that follow.

gone like the farewell that is followed by kisses the sun gives the moon and they cross paths

gone like the space between madness and love

gone like my idea of what perfection truly is

gone like the streak of confidence I tried to evolve around

gone like the open and flowing sea that is now a dry population of emptiness

gone like the feelings I assembled in hopes to construct a new being

gone like the bright window of aspirations that so effortlessly stood, now in shatters of emotion

gone will I be when you need me

gone will I be when I'm the only one "left"

gone will I be when the blue bird whispers a telling that you miss me

gone will I be when you say you love me

gone will I be when you finally realize

that I'm gone.