Vagueness

winter-road-night

The cold breeze gently brushes her skin

as she stroll down the lifeless road,

while surveying the sky.

Like his words, the heaven is empty,

no stars, no moon.

Just a flock of clouds concealing what’s

beyond underneath.

The little voice was there yet she chose to be deaf,

she favored the contractions

– the fleeting ones.

As she flipped through the imaginary pages,

all she could ever feel is the nostalgia of

what has been.

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