Passenger seat tears unnoticed,
there is no comfortable silence.
People talk without saying much at all.
Everytime I find a way to feel whole again, it slips away.
Kind of like You did.
Nature's first green is gold.
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower.
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So eden sank to grief.
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
- Robert Frost
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