Leave the room and close the door behind you.
Pat the child as you pass her on the hallway,
for the last time.
Colse your ears from her cry as she calls you.
Don't look back.
You're not there anymore.
There's a place of your own now.
Grass is green there and the sky is blue and high.
Birds singing in the tree that bends over.
Gentle wind blows from season to season.
Even rain comes down nice and tender.
So peaceful there. So silent.
A place just for you, as you always wanted.







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