I saw your face on a cloud,
and for a moment, forgot
I was dreaming. I sat up
and called out your name.
Wind out of the west
carried the cloud slowly
away. And no matter how
I wept, you just kept leaving,
your face smiling as you
looked forward to a bright
future, while I could only
weep for a past which
will never return.
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