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April 14, 2016
Vague shadows of a life now past;
a ticking time-bomb, beating fast.
A melting moment, soon dissolved,
when so in love, when so involved.
Vague glimpses of those vibrant rooms;
such laughter once, now catacombs.
And only echoes left behind,
as each word spoken, brought to mind.
Vague hopes of meeting – not a chance;
a fool indeed, who dares, a backward glance.
Why kill the dream, the mind holds pure?
Though the pain of loss, hard to endure!
Vague memories finally put to bed;
no more, thoughts linger in the head.
An exorcism, now executed
No more, the heart is persecuted.
Vague thoughts of everything I do,
from the last second that you withdrew.
In truth, a blur, a tormented hell;
a lone existence – this empty shell.
Vague shadows of a life now through;
you’re done with me, I’m done with you.
So tightly hands held ‘goodbye grips’,
til the last touch of finger tips.
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