Miss Without Trace

in #poetry6 years ago

Miss Without Trace

Should I pick a scattered longing?
I did not know where he was going
If only you knew
since the night is so dark,
I always pictured in the frown
deeper
than just missed.

Ah, again, too much irony strikes us

before the sun let me remember you
remembering memories.
You're already dead
with leaves.

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