Piles of memories
Crawl into my shoulders
And whisper…
Rivers of tears
Salty, bottled, sad
And silent
Stay on my shelf
And stare at me always.
Your portrait
Lies within a glance of
Happiness,
Your perfume,
Just vanished, when the wind
Blew the memories away…
Just the whispers, the tears
And the glance of happiness
Keep me alive.
Your portrait?
Just an illusion, I know.
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