And The Leaves That are Green...

Like a lightning flash it's gone
Never to return no more
Like your lover that’s left through that door.
As Dylan sings along
To the soundtrack of all that is going wrong.
So you think to yourself:
There are days, there are hours, when love leaves you
Without a word to bid you adieu.
Through the front door, into the cold.
Down the steps, you watch her go.
Fading into the night, like a poem you once meant to write...
Ho Ho.
Some days you’ll be happy. Others you’ll be saddened.
But as an equation, the summation is not that different
Than those days before she came.