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)
- Published: May 10th, 2018 22:06
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 12
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