A thief stole the room's
atmosphere the day I heard...
Where did you go,
that you could not find...
My soul has become parchment paper.
Frayed, around a silhouetted frame...
I lie down on the forest floor
And look up at the trees...
The massacre was committed too early this morning,
maybe at 3am...
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I haven't forgotten you...
I'm not a poet,
I'm not a melody...
My pen too has done
great injustice to you...
The mist of my breath disappears
Into the darkness of a November night...
A piercing silence
tears the tranquil of life and...
You had this way of
applying pet names...
The only place I see you,
are in my dreams...