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Why sadness grips me
when I see you leave
as though you presence
held some meaning for me
you read a few words
wondering their meaning
and came by for a brief while
but now you go as though a ghost
and I wonder was it something I said
I must have said something to upset,
for you to decide no longer to stay.

(This poem is a funny one. Just an hour ago I read a post on Kaufman’s Kavalkade regarding the courtesy that’s there in following back someone who follows you either on blog or twitter and what not – the general waters of the cyber world. It got me thinking and this poem resulted – on what makes someone follow, follow you back, or decide to stay. What an odd thing to inspire poetry!)