The Vanishing
Every step I take
disappear,
every sound I make
refuse to reverberate…
Does it mean?
I’ve stopped existing
does it mean?
that I’m not of importance?
What happened to?
the promises made,
the pact that we’ll
do it together?
Is it null and void?
Was it words written
in the sand on the seashore,
only to be washed away
with the first signs of high tide?
Don’t you know
that it’s not that easy to forget
that it’s not that easy to pretend,
that we were once inseparable,
So I walk around in this labyrinth,
more bewildered,
but in anticipation
for that day…
That day my footsteps
will remain,
for that day my voice
will reverberate again….
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