Leaving You

Wish I could be the smile, that leaves your lips,
And swim in the puddles of celestial joy, with which it drips,
Leaving you forever, to cheer up that someone, and everyone,
And yet be born again, as you search to bring up the next one.

Wish I could be the tear, that drops down your eyes,
I  would leave you and run away, if only to make you feel nice,
Of course, on the way, I would always kiss your cheek,
For in your sorrow, that’s the only happiness I can seek.

Wish I could be the voice, that leaves your throat,
Enchanting all around me, every time I float,
Loads of sugar, sometimes barbs of salt, on me you coat,
And yet every time they hear me, it’s about you they gloat.

Wish I could be the breath, that every second leaves you,
One that you forsake, only to accept again, fresh and new,
I shall waft about, taking to those around, your fragrance,
Till you call me back, reprimanding my vagrance.

Wish I could be anything that ever leaves you,
For, to have loved, lost and found again,
Brings such a joy, that it makes me forget the pain,
Which comes from every moment of my leaving you.

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