Things have changed
It's not me
It's not you
But like the seasons
A flower
Buds in the summer
And dies in the winter
So do my feelings
Follow suite
There is no one else
Never has been
Never will be
And you are not dead
The games we played
Are just no longer fun
And the appeal of innocense
Has been overshadowed
By the annoyance
Of complaints
By the time you read this
I will have told you
I am out shopping
For a surprise
But I've left out
Where I must go
To get it
It may take me years
To find what I am looking for
Hundreds or Thousands
Of miles away
No phone calls
No apologies
Just the emptyness
Of what I took

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