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Saying Goodbye

FOUND IN: Nature, The Farm on June 03, 2014



I peered onto the mass with contempt. She has left me. Cheated and betrayed, I scheme. You can't go. I raised you. I nursed you. I gave you sugar water to build your masses. This is how you reward me?


The rain comes, the wind blows. It forces me to take cover. I worry they might run. Nightfall seals my dilemma. Catching them is but a silent picture played as if no one comes to the theater.


Daylight revels her disloyalty.


Departures are never convenient.