Gasping at glimpses of gentle true spirit,
he runs
wishing he could fly
only to trip at the sound of a good-bye.
Wordlessy watching he waits by the window
and wonders
at the empty place inside.
Heartlessy helping himself to her bad dreams
he worries:
Did he hear a goodbye?
Or even a hello?
Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young
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