The Forgotten

Abyss of the Disheartened

You are but a ghost to hold
gently as you glide around thoughts—

painting pictures of broken smiles
and lost tears dried on youthful faces—

a swirl in a nostalgic quagmire
of forgotten diners;
forgotten nights;
forgotten times.

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