Truly Gone

I am like a child's lost balloon,

I fly free to where ever the wind whispers.

I am like the cool breeze on a hot summers' day,

Sweet and waking.

I am like the moon,

Slowly seeping away until I'm gone.

I am like the moon,

Gone, but not truly gone.

I am like the hawk,

Leaving places never to return.

I am the footsteps that will remain,

Leaving a mark on history.

Forever.

Gone,

But not truly gone