I can still hear the tonality
of your voice, the sky was clear,
it was not yet afternoon.
In the distance stood mountains,
a small child, laughter.
This was the last time I remember light.
Happiness stolen over time.
I feel I’m missing some.
Press on.
You’re young enough, still,
have you resolved
To start again? There is
magic in farewells,
a life returned to dust
when your time is done.
Holy wholly we are dumb.
Traded youth in too soon,
watched as autumn leaves
fall, we too fall and cease to be.
And you see life in them
as you stumble on your steps
so you choose to close the doors,
locked within your heart.
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