Soft breezes of the future
have become winters chill of loneliness.
I close my eyes and your face is a mere vapour of memory.
I reach back to yesterday and the emptiness is palpable.
As the light tries to reach through my fog
barbs of anger threaten my consciousness,
but is dispersed by wilting petals of grief.
Finally I will rid myself of rememberances
that never really existed.



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