Weeks go by without hearing
A single word. The sound of
Your voice.
Sentimental.
Soft
Like silk.
Shallow.
Still.
Like a pain of glass.
Nothing to show,
Nothing to hide.
You're like a window.
Opaque.
Transparent.
We will never talk
Ever.
I don't want to see you anymore.
Goodbye.
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Author:
Eli (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 15th, 2019 03:54
- Category: Family
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