All The Magic That Used To Be

All The Magic That Used To Be

These empty roads as the first bird chirps,

The fog on my glasses through my mask,

The dew on my shoes at the break of dawn.

The aroma of the soil as the rain comes pouring,

The swaying leaves on plants and trees -

All hang in the air,

Reminders of the tranquil days that used to be,

Of all the times we spent together

Laughing, crying, goofing around.

Of all the magic that used to be.

Is it enough for me to say, "I miss you"?

Does this one phrase, of three words,

Convey the depth?

Of all the mixed up feelings I'm feeling.

Is it fair to us that you're gone now?

A loving, thoughtful, sensitive soul

Taken too soon, without a chance to say a proper goodbye...

Just gone.

- Hershey