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To the end
I longed for you
Since the day we met
looking but not caring
Until you left.

You stained my heart
With sharp needles
Im haunted, but I think
I got what I wanted.

Each time I stay awake
The only thing on my mind
Is you and how you
Could be Thinking about me too.

And you will always be shadows
Memories left to be forgotten.
But I think
I got what I wanted,
From the start.
Life around me swelling,
white snowy casts in the airs purr
water dripping from old rooftops,
and the birds' quiet sonnets.

old fish swimming in
nothing but frozen water
forced below the surface,
engulfed in winter air.

wandering the streets
childrens feet skipping cracks
falling lightly against concrete,
a family of lost hope, a child with no mother.

the buzzing breaks the silence
eyes wandering every sight
feet dragging but not walking,
breathing but not living.

deteriorating plants and street cats,
staring but not looking
heavy vision but not seeing,
the only consistent thing,
is the ringing.

— The End —