These feet walk no mile
without loss.
These eyes have no sight
without the memory of last Fall.
No time can erase
what smiles have forbade.
Of sheets being soaked
in lover’s debate.
Stones erode with a sense
of history
Windows shut with
dust increasing.
Bodies upon bodies
of witnesses alive
Forgiving the lonesome
cries to survive.
Longing is eternal.
Not sincere enough.
Too painful to bare
the end of a cigarette's bluff.
Turning the page
finding a stop.
A dead end of beats
to a long lost heart.
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