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uncertainty and the sentiment of loss in here, there, everywhere, and nowhere

  • Aug. 2, 2017, 6:17 a.m.
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i miss how easy it was to smile, then
when your arm around me didn’t feel
hollow and cold

when the sun shone brightly
and didn’t fight for one last flash
before the wind would come to drown it in shadows

our season is dying gasps and
our love is falling leaves
beautiful in its steady and out-of-season decay

you look into my eyes
searching for an answer i couldn’t possibly hope to give
i apologize, my love
i never intended to outlast the sun anyway


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