I've left through your thoughts
Are you still breathing?
I was hoping I'd left
a trail of golddust
on the backroads
of your soul
but I see you've forgotten me
you do not call
the delight created by a touch
unconsciously cried into being
now a cardboard cut-out
of a memory
another entry
in the scrapbook of my dreams
tomorrow I'll go back to myself
but tonight I shed
just two more tears
and in my heart
a tiny scream
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