It’s the way you hide
In the fire of a wood burning stove
All your passion’s laughter
Fall inside an ember
Trying to make a memory
With no recourse or action
Failing to remember, no recollection after
What it’s like to be alone
The sound of church bells ringing
And a light that slowly fades
To dream about you in later days
Waiting for that, which cannot stay
Never and far away
©️ The Sad Owl
The Sad Owl
I'm just here. Until I'm not.
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