The Unfound
Eventually all loves will go away.
Either dying off one by one
or simply hobble away to nowhere.
After they're gone
the best we can wish for
is to feel the bones of their kisses
and the soul of memories.
The reward for longevity is loneliness.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2019
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