Day after day

I get closer to the end.

Got nothing else to say,

silence is my name,

the future is my past,

 

I’ve seen it all last:

Love and Hate,

Family and Home,

Seen many summers pass

 

beyond the wall of grief

leaving us to linger

reaching for the breeze.

 

Perhaps this is the day

when I will disappear.

Got nothing else to say,

but the day is good,

why not recall a word,

a memory from the future?

 

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