You


There are those
that leave with the
drop of a hat
never to return,
and then there
is you.
A misspoken word,
they are finished;
a failure, and they are gone.
The wind starts to howl,
sweep us all in its storm.
There are those
that flee when the
threat is too much,
and then there
is you.
There are those
who stand by my side,
then are no more
but the empty
promises they have left.
There are those,
and then there is
you.

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