Remnants of a Goodbye

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.



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