Friday, August 9, 2013

Looking Back

I looked back at her
And through the mist,
I could not recognize her.

She used to be my everything,
The sun that drenched
Me with warmth
When the cold chilled
My bones.

She used to mean
The world to me
And I trusted her
With everything
I held dear.

But now,
She is a memory
Fading into the darkness
Of my past.

Every now and then
I would look back,
And every time,
It was harder to see her.

It was harder to see
The person I was,
The person I used to be.

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