misc_cloud_smoke_element_png_by_dbszabo1-d54yf70It is never the same
This constant sorrow
Seeping in unchecked
Like so much moisture
Pressed deep inside
Overcome by your ghost
These silent steps
This fleeting shadow
Discarded in morning glow
This gaping hole
With the shape of you
Crinkled at the corners
Like we used to be
But I see you everywhere
This echo’s plaintive song
Building to crescendo
These averted eyes
Fighting to forget
A nature so innocent
Up like so much smoke
But still breathing it in
Trying not to exhale.



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