I originally wrote this poem in the early 1990s. When I re-read the poem a few years back, I wasn't happy with how it had turned out. I wrote this version of the poem on December 21, 2009, and it's from the point of view of a speaker who wonders what happened to someone who left their life years earlier.
I can't believe you walked out the door
You said you'd never see me anymore
Even though it's been a while since you've been to this place
I can still perfectly see your face
At night, when I look out at the stars
I find myself wondering where you are
And trying to figure out why it was you had to leave
In the end, it's still a mystery
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