Like smoke,
She drifted through my fingertips.
Now,
I am a lover without a love.
A lonely heart
Left only with the company of myself.
“Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.” ―Edgar Allan Poe
Poignantly visual….
“A lover without a love…” Amazing perspective!
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Thank you very much, SW. I’m glad you enjoyed it.
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