561 – Push play

No first contact,
No last goodbyes.

A drop of blood
Cowered in stars.

A shining blade
In a sweaty hand.

A cherished song
From a former life.

A feeble heartbeat
Skipping a beat.

A broken playlist
Patched from our souls.

No last kisses,
Just the memory
Of your eyes.

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