A decade hides
behind the
gilded leaves
fell away slowly;
priceless.
Astonishment
dared not
conceal a
blushing reaction
and when
you disappeared slow
behind the
dwindling sparkle,
a century within time
where
gold vestiges
rained down;
I became broken.
Disassemble resentments,
while an unsettling
sadness creeps.
Matters not when
the seasons changed-
dreaded grief lasted
all summer long.
Damn, I miss you.






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