Survivor
I lie lonesome on the floor.
And this chilly wind knocks open
Holding an opaque note
My disastrous soul within
Chronicle images pass by.
Without a second thought
I realise it wasn't my mistake;
It was Time's
Too young were we?
Innocence glittering all over your face-
Had love-sicken the
Heart
Silent glances exchanged.
Stand marooned
Years behind of
Time
Numbness prepares acceptance.
Recuperating from this long journey made
Isn't possible, for the too exhausted I.
Love lasts, but perhaps, true love doesn't.
And the only warmth from this shawl around me says:
"You will Survive"
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