...nothing

 

And now-
nothing substantial left
to hold
to touch
to kiss

only memories of yesterday and the years before,
that arise
with every song
and every image
and every jest
that was once ours,

and I find it hard
-oh so hard-
to believe
that this truely is the end,

and that I,

now,

just--

nothing.

 

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Painted in Photoshop.