Gone

And one of these days ,
I ll be gone.
Gone without a warning ,
Gone without a sound.
I ll be gone far ,
Before i am found .
U might wonder...
What was the exact moment,
I chose to leave.
Was it sudden ?
Or was it a plan i did weave?

But it wont matter .
It ll be late before you notice,
the missing sound of the voice.
Long before you realise ,
Absence of those waiting eyes.

When i ll be gone ,
things will be the same...
just like any other day .
Sure i ll be gone ,
Just not today....