Gone

I can feel it,
It’s leaving me.
It’s going away,
And I don’t know when it’ll be back.
This is it’s poem farewell,I
t’s poem goodbye.
The gift has come,
And know it must go on.
Following its master,
With her not knowing.

She left,
And now it’s going too.
I can feel it leaving,
The gifts draining away.
It’s leaving,
In fact it’s almost gone.
It just wanted to leave,T
his poem to say goodbye.
And now it’s gone
J.P.G