Nostalgia

August 5, 2011
Hours pass with pain,

My knuckles are bruised.

I am tattered and worn -

The most worthless thing you’ve ever used.

I miss your warm silence,

And the people you knew how to ignite.

I’m left with only fragile bones

And candles I refuse to light.

I have to fasten my lips closed,

Because what’s left of me will be broken.

Gone with no intent to return,

You are the saddest words I’ve ever spoken.





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