Spring had just passed
When you left.
It felt as though my lungs
Had been ripped out of my ribs.
Because you were my voice.
My heart turned black,
When I realized,
You were never coming back.
It was the first day of autumn
When I started seeing you again.
I felt you everywhere I went.
I saw you in the blue ocean.
I felt you as the soft wind
Caressed my tinted cheeks.
I saw you in my best friends eyes,
As she too wept.
Smelt you as I found your old shirt.
Winter is coming,
And I'm still not ready to say
Goodbye.
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Shattered glass
Poetry［Highest ranking: #15］"Perhaps 'it wasn't meant to be' was our meant to be" he says as he chugs down yet another drink. She looks at him and rolls her eyes, "I wonder when your organs will give up on you too".
