We were merely
a sepia-stained soliloquy
that I created
for myself,
a dusty, unwritten tome,
abandoned on a shelf,
a dissipating mist
over a whispering wood,
and the trees
don't speak your name—
they've all
forgotten you,
as I should.
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Fragments
PoetryPoetry and fragments of my mind. Dealing with heartache, betrayal, sorrow, and hope. Originally posted on Instagram and Facebook.
⤞unwritten
We were merely
a sepia-stained soliloquy
that I created
for myself,
a dusty, unwritten tome,
abandoned on a shelf,
a dissipating mist
over a whispering wood,
and the trees
don't speak your name—
they've all
forgotten you,
as I should.