A love thought of, but erased.
Easily achieved, though abruptly thrown.
Something wanted, but not chased.
Love stitched like something quickly sown.
You are as if a passing note.
Played and not heard til after.
Something to keep the song afloat.
It brings a sadness mixed with laughter.
Your presences brings two extremes.
A pouring rain with a gentle touch.
Your presence here but love not seen,
Like the vacancy of an unused hutch.
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