
I call, but you do not listen.
I reach, but you vanish.
Like waves that break upon the shore,
I crash, however you return no more.
The discuss is thick with words implied,
your nonappearance waits in my head.
I ask the stars to drag you close,
but indeed they refuse to listen.
On the off chance that adore can pass on, at that point let me blur,
for life implies nothing since you strayed.
I am a shadow, cold and lean,
fair holding up for you to breathe me in.
About the Creator
Hillary
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