Why did you go away into the distant danger, of unknown places? Where sand and rock stand, where trees once stood and rivers once ran. Why did you go away to the suffocating silence, of death and despair? Where you must strain to not feel pain, and be among so many that are likewise alone. Why did you go away from the love and longing, to the place where only memories remain? Where pictures can be carried and people thought of. But that’s all you can truly have, if its having anything at all. Why did you go away and leave us to question and guess in your absence whether not you’ll return at all. When you could be here to catch all your children when they trip and fall. I may be selfish, spoiled, and always asking for what is not mine, but what I want now is quick and safe return and for you to be perfectly fine.
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