A goodbye —
the faint trail it leaves behind.
I find it, when I turn to look.
A mirage that blocks reality
ripples into what’s seen.
Feelings imprinted through memory.
Glance just briefly.
Mistakes take me — reminiscing.
Remember things into existence.
The faded and dried remnants
of something lost forever —
from a dry, deserted home.
Redemption. . .will never come.
Moments passed without remaining relevant in this life
come back to pierce like a knife.
Completely different — presence sealed in fate.
Dreams are meant to reach — not remake.