Tissues of Silver
Wind howls and the sun sinks,
The light dies and the shadows lie,
Evening fades into twilight,
And I sit.
The window, an eye to the world,
All green, and now is black,
And the lack of breath,
It fills me.
And in my words, I am silent.
I do not hear you.
You are not in my dreams.
You do not exist.
You are far from here.
And here is nothing
But a figment
Of my dying memories.
It plays softly on me
As I forget
And into the distance
I fall.
Wind howls and branches bare,
Silhouettes dancing slowly,
I curl up and I make believe.
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