Sky
High.
Quietness,
realms
of cloud,
nimbus
accumulus or
thinner
vapours, wisps
of
oxygen scarce cotton
filling
my eyes with tears,
for
the silence created without you.
Did
the love we make ever die ?
Not
from my side, nor belief
of
where we both had come.
Dignity
will keep me alive
though
days are following
nights
of empty promise.
slowly
fades your
memory.
Weeping,
has
no end,
where
nothing else
shall
comfort me again,
the
way I'd feel, in your arms.
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