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Apr 14
you're a story I can't recall
a dust-old book too tired to read
left in the rain, pages torn
ink runs thin

an oath I swore but won't again,
an oath I no longer heed
a whisper lost in echoes in the spring's cede

looking in your eyes no emotion abroad
a static screen
nothing moves
nothing breathes
no signal left, no message seen
just the hum of history

no ember bright
a fading ghost,
a name expired
a shadow slipping into night

don't forget me, but let me be
just let me fade
you're my new ancient history

just as our eyes meet
just as you're gone,
lost in the heart of the crowd at dawn

you look at me, no words remain
just silent truths, a broken chain
nothing left, no kingdom come
pieces fall but make no sound
just dust returning to the ground

a past dissolves without a trace,
he looks at me, no more to say
a quiet pull
a growing seed
pieces falling into place,
like fate unraveling with need
letting go of a person that really meant a lot, a bittersweet feeling, but gradually accepting it, while letting yourself yearn for something new. balancing personal grief and historical finality in a really graceful way with a soft mourning of something once vital, now aged into irrelevance, like ruins still echoing with memory.
Written by
chrysa  17/F
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