Backdrop of Loss
Memories move like shadows,
A slow and mocking waltz
Across a backdrop of loss.
Breakable as glass, tiny fissures
Through my mind.
Malleable as sand - eroded by time,
Washed away in pieces.
Still, the senses torment:
Vacant voices, ghostly glimpses,
Wafts of faint perfume -
Your phantom scent
The worst kind of haunting.
I fear your image has become plastic -
A product of albums
Flipped through yet again:
A cruel, addictive time loop.
And I can't keep my mind
From creasing, fading,
Curling at the edges
Like an old photograph.
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