It haunts me,
Time and time again.
It taunts me,
An eternity, for the sake of what i care.
Words almost over
And yet you’re not here...
Yet of you,
Nothing i’ve seen.
Ask me, a thousand times,
How much do i still bare?
How much,
Of the places I’ve been?
I... Forgive me...
No more roses in the garden,
To watch over...
The gate turned to rust
And then it crumbled,
And still no sight of you.
I collected so many histories
And even those pages are now yellow.
Old.
As this life is too.
I laugh,
Through walls empty.
Shallow.
And echoes of it,
Make me fall on my knees.
My voice gone.
And I’m nothing
Of what my soul seeks.
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