Nevermore
Shattered forms that shape the dust,
where in passing foot falls gust,
has left an imprint, only just,
where she once walked across my floor.
In the winds small wisps of swirling,
a small leaf with edges curling,
sits upon my floor a whirling,
where her presence graced that door.
And in its small and sallow breeze,
scent remembered, senses tease,
on your scent my senses seize,
remnants of the times of yore.
All that’s left’s for me to mire,
is but loss of heart's desire,
to my heart the floor is higher,
and my heart knows love no more.
Now these darkened palisades
once held fondness in my gaze
have seen there, brighter better days.
Days I wholly did adore,
so here I sit... Until I tire...
To do but naught...
just sit and mire.
What about?.. My heart's desire…
and the Loneliness, I cannot ignore.
It feels like
…I will love
………nevermore.........
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