as an ode to nowhere
when i think of your eyes
i need to cry
the purest of tears
silence again
a silence so serious
desperate
i don't know anymore
all the things
i was so sure of
all i know
is
that i still
love you
with no tomorrow
in my heart
wasting
warmth
on cold stones
an exercise
i know so well
with no oblivion
to soothe these scars
and fresh wounds
like a flower
moving backwards
like swan wings sleeping
like children arms
in a self protective embrace
i turn within.
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