scott tetreault


Farewell

I knew it would happen.
You would no longer be around.
Life once illuminating; now fleeting,
withering and dying beneath one's step.
I am traipsing down a bustling corridor,
only to hear my own breath;
trying to gulp sips of joviality.
It's a thirst you could never quench.
You have closed the door behind you,

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