Now the translucence
of the fantasy ends. The softness
of your whisper dissolves in an
opaque jolt of pain where I am left
quivering, my lungs trying to function
in the sudden void
The reality of my choice allows
no solace. There is no encore
when you deny your heart its sustenance
The truth is…no matter the reason,
the walk into this night is a lonely one,
tempered by the numbing cold of an
empty soul that had to let go of a dream




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