13/1/14
Age is losses,
multiplied by betrayals (they say)
Every time a dear one goes
An emptiness is closing in,
More and more empty spaces,
Until you're standing alone
There's no reason to stay,
No reason to fight anymore,
But memories, fragile like butterflies
Will console your embattled soul
By just sitting in silence
On the letters you've kept all these years -
Don't remember the names or dates,
Just the way how your heart had died -
and was resurrected
to die again-
And you're left with the butterflies
To forever be chasing,
in pursuit of eternal redemption
Age is losses
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