574 – Mindless
The sound of the dripping faucet
keeps banging in my ears.
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The sound of the dripping faucet
keeps banging in my ears.
A fading… Mind…
When there
Is nothing left
To say.
The tears in your eyes
Were always right.
No first contact,
No last goodbyes.
It was supposed
To to last forever.
Memories
Of a warm home
Linger
In the breeze.
You were not here,
My love,
But I remembered.
I don’t want you
To kill my demons.