Innocence at a Loss

December 6, 2007
Slowly shifitng shapes to fit the effervescent illusion,
the inescapable memory
frequently haunting,
a Ghost that refuses to disappear.
A vacancy is all that resides
within a heart that once felt every emotion
is now numb to the hurt and longing.
Searching for something more,
yet the clouds loom overhead making it impossible to forget.
All I can see is your face.
O how we wish things were different,
for I still and
always will miss
what we once had.

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