Such a thing it was
To find one disgracing
Another person's character
So far and exposed
Omnicongnicence
Without presence
Knowing another one
Will feel the same
They forget slowly
Leaving just the
Monodirectional
Thought.
The ever present memory
What could have been.
Love inscribed ultimately
Upon a heart of cooling stone.
Author notes
Feeling a wee pessimistic at the mo!
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