We were left there,
With Death’s pale scraps.
Laughing and wonder,
How blood fades into the black.
I called to you then.
Felt my voice echo back.
We sat and watched a ghost.
Now crushed and into the black.
New trails blossomed.
Then encroached and fell.
I lost you then.
Or maybe I never could tell.
So the days pass onwards.
My eyes cast skywards.
Missing a time.
Where each touch was the divine.
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