Gone

sweetpea

Extinguished,

Forever no more.

Memory of a time long before.

I see your face within a crowd,

I hear your voice, often, loud.

And yet there’s no you and so no true me

Or the people we became to be

You’re not here and I’m empty 

I cannot share my life aplenty

The absent melody or unfinished song

Life’s colour, dried, gone.

  • Author: sweetpea (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 10th, 2018 22:06
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 13


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