quietly
it emerges
that that which was
is not
it is gone
like a lost lover
or like a dream
that reality did not care for
or like a leaf on the wind
and i didn’t know
that it would go like that
nobody told me
i wasn’t ready
now hope crumbles to shadows
when I touch it
i have been given the touch of sorrow
and reason speaks
like a dying swan
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