people leave

their on a journey

they stop for whatever

and my heart grows fond

i forget they leave

it is ok to be sad

in my grief

i'm reminded

some plant

some water

and God grows

they leave

i'm sad

i miss them when they are gone

man made

that which never was

brings sadness

i made it what i wanted

and it left me sad

the perceived world 

leaves one end

reality

desperate for what i wanted

left sad by the way things are

show me what is real

as to spare this sadness

over things i wished were

bring to light

that which is real

and far beyond what i perceive