7th In Heaven
You.
I'll have
Amnesia.
My mind wiped clean;
Everyone has left;
My eyes searching for clues;
Frustration taking over;
Answers wanted yet nothing's there.
An image appears; smiling, arms wide.
Darkness is here. A light still shines; that face.
Copyright © Pine Pup | Year Posted 2019
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