You just disappeared
not a word about where
or why
The sound of your absent footprints
echo along the empty hallway
I find comfort in the memory
of how a stray strand of your hair
used to fall gently
across that beautiful oval face
always open to the world
even in its darkest moments
Oct 13, 2015
Oct 13, 2015 at 6:18 AM UTC
You just disappeared
not a word about where
or why
The sound of your absent footprints
echo along the empty hallway
I find comfort in the memory
of how a stray strand of your hair
used to fall gently
across that beautiful oval face
always open to the world
even in its darkest moments
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