Wreckage – adjustment.1

This pain that spreads, that aches like a fire.
Swirling within me like a hallucination.
Is not dampened by these tears from my eyes.
These tears; that do nothing to mask my inner knowing.
That I loved you more than the world.
And miss you beyond the stretches of time.
I was absent when you left.
But I too, died they day you departed.

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8 thoughts on “Wreckage – adjustment.1

  1. I liked the art first this time too strangely! Like I was wearing a reversible mask – people looking in but I could not see out and had to use my other senses to decipher time.

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