the earth still moves

the ground somehow still stands firm

the trees still whisper

the lovers still clutch

my shadow stands solo


hard ridged&newly incomplete

the world purls&folds around me

diminishing to the gossipy buzz of ignorant bees

but all i can see

are grooves in the dust

tiretread memories

etching our past

slum scribing our battles

our sorrows

our joy


i will never forget you

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