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From: You

The gone but not forgotten

æther of your being hanging like fruit in the skies

Sunsets; closing the rays of your breath I miss

The tarnished; mania succumbs not in

My heart pining, droning sounds of a star’s demise

Falling stars with wishes that die in words, this—

Sinking feeling; our pens dipped into the night sky

Drip

Tar heavily paved over the red; my passions

Setting fire to the dark, I a night owl

Lark; a morning spark, your lips imagine

Still inspire words on these pages

Even if you yourself, can not write them

The words that fell off your tongue

Still lick the sap that seals my letters

Written for you

© The Sad Owl

Categories: poetry

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The Sad Owl

I'm just here. Until I'm not.

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