A year has passed and still the same.
I search for things I cannot claim.
...
The summer sun bleeds us dry.
Shadows of ravens that circle up high.
Are you aware our love dies with each new breath?
That the more that we live,
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The oceans gray, reflective past.
Losing first, trailing last.
The summers eve, nights well spent.
Her floral dress, lavender scent.
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New Year's Day
A year has passed and still the same.
I search for things I cannot claim.
Your eyes still haunt my deepest dreams,
I yearn for relief, a desert stream.
So I write to you from worlds away,
These words you'll read, this pain will stay.