People come 
Then they depart
Like the seasons
Staying long enough
For various reasons

Then they depart
Sometimes abruptly 
Staying long enough
To bring spring showers
Only, I was expecting snow
But always, they leave me 
With a bit more 
Than I used to know

Others may stay too long
Then I, become withdrawn
Leaving them forlorn 
But I too must depart
For I am a season as well
A mostly joyous one, I hope
Do tell

Is there anyone I wish didn't go?
Gimme a second to think ... 
No!

Like the ever-changing seasons
With each other, we ebb and we flow
Did I leave you with more than you used to know?
I'd like to think so!

Have I written this poem before? Perhaps I’ve only thought about it in a dream. Or could I have said it differently somewhere else? Maybe this thought reflects my paranoia about sounding the same.

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