In solitude,

Silence is a friend.

I kiss the soft, cracked, and weary silence.

In barren dreams, parched and empty,

I grasp the silence, shivering, reaching for the sorrow that always

Grabs the fingers of despair.

Though I keep running, keep trying,

The shadow never leaves..

Like chasing a sunset rainbow that never appears.

Why does grief feel like this?

Cold like a killing wind,

Soul shattered, dissolved,

Lost…

Always stepping into darkness,

Always sinking into the blue,

Deeper… and deeper.

Memories are gems,

Never owned by a howling soul.

If only. if… I could..

Hold her, embrace her,

Even in simplicity,

Yet eternal.

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