MissingA Poem by inconsistentseaHow much of something that was so important is remembered as it actually was?Once a staple of my routine, you have disappeared. Perhaps of my own doing.
Words once an avenue, so meaningful, now almost all forgotten.
Emotions vapourific, lost to the darkness, the sinuous varec of my mind.
Delicate memories victims. How many are unsullied by time and emotion?
I sit flabbergasted still that all of myself I gave was returned to sender. © 2012 inconsistentsea |
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