So, tell me, how does one forget
The last goodbye, the first hello,
Without a fear of regret,
Just let it end and let it go.
So, tell me, how does one wake up
From the nightmarish of all dreams,
Where all you do is giving up
And nothing is just what it seems.
So, tell me, how to carry on
With what was sent me from above,
What seemed so real but now is gone,
Throughout the mist of afterlove.
Afterlove
© Copyright: Люба Тихомирова, 2020
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