Behind each foray into days whose truth has been forgotten
Trails of used up bodies, broken hearts, souls emptied to the wind, lie abandoned.
Happiness was given as a whisper for ears no longer listening,
Still ready to radiate into the cold world of now
Though it does not stop the hands of time from growing old, moving on
Forgetting the love given unconditionally in darkest shadow.
Behind every step of a journey into new night
Further from the warm shores of memory than ever before
Sad souls lie forgotten, steeped in longing for the past.

It’s my 50th post! Thanks to all who have supported me thus far. Here’s to 50 more.

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