To Yearn For What is Gone

You left a residue of memories

That I cannot clean

I left upon dawn

Hoping to be unseen

 

Tempted to speak

Distant murmurs

Suffocate the sound

Of all that used to be

 

Encrypted memories

Have no desire to leave

A solemn tear

Unready to cease

This poem is about: 
Me

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