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PENULTIMATE : AN EVENING DEPARTURE
As a quiescent desire, cloaked
She ran fingers across her hope
And dead that day, her ambition
Her penultimate shadow
Disappears underneath the sheets
Only to be reborn in sleep
Those fields in which she slumbered
'Neath the stars her pain absolved
Yet her forehead, ever sultry
Remembers the fever
A single tear
Like the last rain before Winter
Contours her cheekbone
She cannot tell if it froze
She longed for him
To embrace her once more
But through bars of doubt
Impossible
The candle flickers, as if breath tamed it
She knew he was there, complacent
Letting demons in
He tried, like wind against rock
But his passion waned with the departing moon
He wondered
If his emotions died
And
After the eternity of that single second
He lost interest
And left the field
And the moon falls quicker than before
As if shying away from the reflected light
To make room for eyes that loathe it
She hungers for that smell
That which never left her home
So she decides to get out of the cold
He is alive, but will always be a ghost
And the memory is left only with her
The one who, perhaps, cared the most
Though, despite this
His fondness of the dark
Was to accompany the mirror
Published 21st Apr 2017
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21st Apr 2017 11:30pm
11th Jan 2023 7:14am
He is alive, but will always be a ghost
And the memory is left only with her
The one who, perhaps, cared the most
🖤probably one of the most heartbreaking things to realize
