1. Vanishing into the 
    forgotten,
    slipped into the
    leaf of a battered
    old book.
    Pendants of jade,
    and promises made.
    A year on from now,
    your memory does not 
    fade.
    A year from now,
    I see you as clear as day.
    See those hours when your
    soul would stray. 
    A year from now,
    I’m still reeling from the 
    why’s…and hows.
    How you could be gone,
    and how it still feels wrong…
    Loss is a strange friend,
    full of questions that never end. 

     

     
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