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thinking of you

June 14, 2020


I've been chasing my daydreams,
Finding my way
Through crowded streets
With a blindfold,
Obscuring my vision as I run
Into nothingness.
Just hesitant blackness,
The oblivion of truth.
Nothing is certain,
Nothing is sure,
Nothing is secure anymore.
Not without your safe embrace,
Arms tight around
My fragile frame.
The only thing I am certain of
Are the tears brimming,
Streaming, an endless cascade 
From the edges of my eyes
To my cheeks.
Will you save me?

Cold, suffocating pathways
I've walked down 
A thousand time
And more.
Will this be the end of me?
Prolonged path of agony?
Memory lane turned to dust
Mud and grass.
Is this really where we once shared
Everything with each other?
Exposing our feelings,
Vulnerable and free,
Our words whisking away in the wind,
For all to hear.
It seems colder still,
Even under the warm white glow
Of moonlight.
How milky, how icy 
Are its rays.
The moon pities me.

Hand numb to the world
As I place it on the bench
Where we once sat
Talking of sunshine
And pretty things.
Teenagers, stupid and in love,
No cares, no worries. Nothing.
Just each other. 
What happened to those dreamers?
Do you miss the girl I once was?
I miss what you were.
Things change, dear;
People change. 
But this bench,
This path,
This street,
Remains forever frozen
In the strong, cold
Grasp of Death.
I miss you.


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