this is not a poem
it is an attempt to let go
it is an obligation
it is my farewell
numerous evenings, the privacy of my chamber
blanketed by various sonic fantasies
and enchanting verse
i gaze at photographs
images grown bitter by time
the renewal occured quickly
you are rekindled
and you have risen
an isolated message
confirmed your true intentions
however distant they are
gone to dance with meteors
i am but a victim of your electric smile
but i have also found solace
in the fact that you, perhaps
have satisfied your vaccuum heart
you're in my thoughts
but he's in your heart |
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