
There are mornings I get lost
Staring out over the horizons
As if I’m watching my life play
Ignoring its memories, we made
Trying to comfort those feelings
Unaware tears have been falling
Nothing prepares you for- gone
Words sound foolish and wrong
Even if some sentiments are pure
Pain can’t distinguish life past hurt
I’ve felt fires that were a bit cooler
I’ve felt no words that cut me deeper
Making friends with your finality
Is beyond anything left here… in me
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Poet of the Light © 2022