Perhaps the real reason
for your abandonment
was a mystery
a wisp of a cloud
a piece of frosted glass
unclear, and unknown.
a ghost of a memory
long since forgotten
to the hazy mind.
till this day
when I gaze out
of my window and
see your oak tree,
I remember what
we once had.
how joyous it was
though fleeting and fragile
a hint of a whisper
soft, barely there.
so easily lost
and blown away
by the late summer wind.
I have come to accept
that what we once was
and what we once had,
was now forever
G O N E .
this book is finally complete!
thank you to everybody for
sticking around and supporting
this piece of trash :")
