Thursday 7 November 2019

Sweet Aches - A Poem.

In solitude
I discern
the masquerade,
as the last dream shatters
& ignites in combustion
of memories;
as broken promises
dissipate like vapor;
as frugal remains
of hope
disappear to return
again and nevermore,
to melt away
 the sweet aches
of our love.


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