Moving on

DREEK0

The night was young and full of withering light

 

He drinks spirits with his new family and smokes heavens delight 

 

 

Unprepared was the willing man who's scars have made him cold

 

 

When a call from the past rang bold as the pain he forgot to let go 

 

 

It was the most innocent voice he had ever heard

 

The absurdity he felt through the reason for her calling was his own

 

For whatever he remembered between them he knew to be gone

 

What was a call of overdue acknowledgement and appreciation, sounded to him like the saddest song

 

With his sudden remembrance of the past his pain could no longer be prolonged 

 

Still surrounded by his new family He could only say to himself

 

It's finally time to move on

 

 

  • Author: DREEK0 (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 6th, 2024 10:14
  • Category: Short story
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