Oblivion
I heard
A sunset shatter
At dawn
He is gone now
But how long?
We forget more
Than we remember
I watched
Music fall
Into my lap
And splash on the floor
How many more flowers
Will wilt
Before my eyes?
How many roses now
Hang over my bed?
I stand alone on the edge
No one hears me
I scream alone in
A crowded street
No one sees me
If I fall
Off the edge of forever
And no one tastes my last words
Was I ever there
At all?
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