Far Behind
the time was up
your ticket expired
ashes thick
from smokeless fire
distance grew, you try harder
gone the love of my desire
messages come
left unattended
inbox filled with
those you send
deleted now the memory
no good reason to pretend
once in awhile,
you cross my mind
thinking of dreams
left far behind
nothing here, no aftertaste
from those stars that were
aligned
Copyright © Jo Bien | Year Posted 2019
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