I feel the cold whispers
Upon my ear
Of your laughter
Faded long ago,
Every tear
That falls
Is an ocean
Of regret,
That cannot drown
Out the quietest
Of echoes of you
From within my heart,
Your happy eyes
That linger
Behind shattered mirrors
That I try so hard
Not to look into
Reflecting me
Alone and broken
As if my very soul
Were no longer
Within my bones,
And my body
Is just a bag
Of spilled guts
Festering under the sun
Dead to the world
Without you...
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