Gone
Gone without any cue.
Maybe there is.
But I ignore that
and believe that's a long time.
Stick that you will be there.
The reality tells me that
only you think that spring would be there always.
Gone, just a place is given.
Perhaps, I never is there.
And as you just have a short travel.
Or you think of me never.
Gone, not back.
You and me,
here and there.
She may come.
