Loneliness is; standing on a street corner invisible, unheard.
Softer than a rose petal, tears fall on satin cheeks, unnoticed.
Each tear an interpretation, falling unheeded. Liquid sadness.
A ghost destined to walk among the living, bringing you no closer to life.
A beacon on the hill overlooking an ocean of tears, you wait.
Eternity echoes like a heartbeat, filling your ears with promises
Endless coffee shops and sidewalk satire, growing weary of the chase,
time stamps you with wrinkles and weariness until one day you look,
Who am I?
Time blinks its lashes spreading weariness across your face,
scarring you with pain and laughter.
I remember you, it says and you think back to a time when
you glowed with the light of youth and time stood far away.
You blink and time is in front of you.
Youth stamps its foot like a wayward child screaming, “I’m not ready!” as time leads her away.
Unfolding her memories for you to behold, the lonely path you’ve chosen
laid bare and vulnerable for all to see.
I should have
Why didn’t I?
May I go back?
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