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From the dandelion puffs,
Memories take flight in gentle fluffs,
Borne by the breeze's tender kiss,
As he found strength to embark in new bliss,
With him went the gentle light,
That guides me through each nightly plight.
Strange, isn't it?

The way we mourn those
Still living...
I miss you.
She soothed souls, brought calm and peace,
Yet within herself, turmoil doesn't cease
So amidst the chaos, she seeks reprieve,
But her own solace, she can't perceive
With tears and doubts, she fights the tide,
Hoping her peace won't be denied.
when love erupts and ends abrupt
countless thoughts mess the mind up

while in a place with no light
it's bound to be a sleepless night
Fading flames, cooling fire's touch,
Leaves drifting, autumn's hush.
Unseen currents, separate ways,
No pronouns echo, love's farewell stays.

Memories linger, threads of the past,
Untangling love, wounds recast.
No pronouns spoken, paths unfold,
Altering wounds, onward they hold.
  Jun 2023 solace and sorrow
emnabee
The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.
A little escape from the madness.
Or maybe, into.
In the shadows, the soul waits,
Heartache echoing its core,
Yearning for shared time.
Days pass, heavy burdens weigh,
Minutes fade, connection wanes.

Fleeting, distant thoughts,
Bond stretched thin, fragile tendrils,
Yearning for deep ties.
In the shadows, longing stirs,
Craving moments of solace.
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