A half finds another
after pending years to discover
the being that births that spark
to chase away the dark.
What does that fraction do
when they are forever split anew?
The flame suddenly extinguished,
strong grip on palms relinquished.
If I don't have your hand to hold
my smile will grow cold.
Without your eyes to light mine
how would the rest of me shine?
I will hug the ashes,
knowing no amount of passion
will return you from the other side
regardless of how many tears I cry.
I will embrace the memories
stashed in my internal treasury.
Though you are a ghost
I will ever live for us both.
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Sitting Here Thinking (2020-2022)
PoezjaPoetry of varying subjects and construction, the second of three. Written while sitting anywhere, lost in thought about everything and anything. Accolades: #1 Thought Provoking 2/26/2020 #1 Self-Reflection 3/22/2020 #1 Creative Writing 7/24/2020 #3...
