I know brokenness all too well 

I’d like to say we became friends 

But- that just wouldn’t be true 

There’s been times I felt comfortable 

But the rest of times are my battles  

The lost conversations and giggles 

The silent mornings and seconds 

That tick away- ever- so- slowly  

Long empty nights with the moon 

That speaks volumes by its presence  

Scents of pervading ghostly whisps  

That sends eerie chills up my spine    

And I search for fragments or signs  

As I remain… what you left behind  


Poet of the Light © 2022  


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