Slowly slipping from my life

Wondering if the past is remembered, For even a second

Thinking I mattered, Knowing the truth

Tears falling without shame, Wetting my face

Hoping for a glimpse, Yet seeing nothing

Loneliness is a constant companion, Easy to get use to

Slowly slipping through my fingers until you are gone

 

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