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The past



closed windows shut out truth
the air inside is humid and filled with whispers

sitting alone in the dim room
she slowly sows stitches in time
still she knows only dreams last forever
the past will always be the past
but her heart refuses to believe

she's not alone

she's not alone

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nighttime sounds: an owl in a tree,
wind rustling the remaining leaves
gnarly branches,
black against the moon

the sweetest dreams,
taking residence in my heart

you & I
an impossible possibility
the sheets will not reveal my secrets


In silence

never would there evermore
a song upon a breeze
for music has forsaken us
went lost among the trees

now darkness has surrounded us
and vanquished all the light
in silence now we just await
the visitor in the night

casting my eyes to ground
I find our morning shadows fading
dark clouds have gathered to shade our sun
we own our separate thoughts
both wrought with guilt

I love you
still
but my heart beats out of sync

let the rain pour down
I am now ready to drown