this pithy endeavor
shadows of dust
masquerading through time
i looked away
laughing
returning
to barrenness
the warmth
of her touch
once
insisted eternity
how quickly
it vanished
seen
through open eyes
this sand
shifts beneath us
swallowing memories
until we are hollow
devoid
of our sentiments
i still walk beside her
footsteps
in spectral snow
when all
turned to nothing
and she was no longer
and i
left behind
[image credit: Odilon Redon]




Sound like that memory still haunts like a ghost for you…
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