18 February, 2009 at 13:28 (Uncategorized)

That’s it, all gone then,
Not even the grace had I
to end it full of destiny and magic.
Just a nothing on nothing sheets,
a nothing wind whistling down nothing streets.
I could never speak to you,
in flowers or any other language,
and there was a line along which we almost touched,
but never could.
It was true I only dreamed then.
Woken up in the cold now,
without you.

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