Perhaps this time will always be empty.
Togetherness is an extinct proposition
and remembrance is a gift.
The wet knuckles touching the bare neck,
the curtains flapping in rain
and a bed of smudging lights makes a mess out of glorious anonymity.
This imagery is a photograph,
stunned by the innocence of a moment.
I have done my ending long time before and my presence is just the way of accepting that.
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Photograph: Freepik
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