Separation

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What is life without poetry?
Same way it is without you.

Empty,
vague,
futile.

Nothing makes sense anymore.
Nothing is real.
Slowly fading,
Placidly waving.

The silent good-byes you only see.

A wish to never let go,
Breaking down in departure.
Words unsaid,
Thoughts unspoken.
A hope our eyes will pass the message;
But they never do tell the story.
A silent tear,
An un-eager turn.
Looking forward to a name,
But unbroken silence.

Empty,
vague,
futile.

The silent good-byes you only see,
But never hear.

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