Saturday, April 2, 2016

Pas(t)sed [Death]

Despair in the morning,
no hope springs eternal;
just hearts still so broken, 
demolished, infernal.
Internal struggle, 
my heart ripped in two;
no shortage of longing, 
no me without you.
The silver is missing, 
I just see the clouds.
An ocean of faces, 
your's not in the crowd.
How can we smile, 
your absence still fresh?
Just know this, my darling:
I love you past death.

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