Gone.

You say the old you

Is long dead and gone,

I happen to know

That is simply not true.

You see, the very thing

That keeps me holding on

Is something shown

Once in a blue moon.

Once in awhile,

On rare occasion,

I catch a glimpse

Of someone I once knew...

Just when I start to despise

Who I think you’ve become,

Little pieces of who you were

begin to surface-

Giving me a glimmer

Of hope, of reason and purpose.

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