Lost
My hopes are floating to the ceiling
like a balloon escaping my grasp,
freely flying to eternity.
I hear the flutter of wings,
you must be near.
Your prescence lingers around me,
clinging to my skin like expensive perfume,
rendering me helpless.
I still feel you here,
like your hand never left mine,
the softness of your lips on my neck.
I know you’re watching over me,
my eyes turn skyward
to watch and wait for you.
But you’re never coming back,
I know you’re gone forever,
lost to the wear and the tear
of the slowly turning world.
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