like seeds of a dandelion blowing in the wind
a sigh is only the beginning of where i stand
blown away like leaves in the fall
too much, too soon
i can't even recall
vanishing in thin air
not a bread crumb left to follow
these are the times that
are the hardest to swallow
unanswered questions
confusion and blank stares
my mind wonders searching
for someone who cares
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