You’re Going to Miss Me When I’m Gone

You’re going to miss me when I’m gone
Perhaps not every hour of every day but some of the time.
You’re are going to miss me when I’ve gone,
Perhaps not enough to cry but enough to hurt inside.
You are going to miss me when I have gone;
Perhaps not in the winter when you hibernate,
Nor in the spring when you wake…
Perhaps not in the summer when you feel most alive
But in the Autumn when your golden leaves fall
And your long days become short.

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