Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Love Long Lost

The wind blows cold through the barren land tonight. Colder still is my heart, rendered frozen and unfeeling from the loss of her.

Though time passes onward, my all-consuming love for her does not pass away. It ensnares my mind and ensorcells my dreams. Without her, I am an empty vessel...a broken vase holding only the dried sticks of despair.

The scarlet flower in my hand mocks me. It was her favorite and thus mine as well. I cast the petals onto the slowly flowing waters and hope the currents wend them to wherever her soul may reside now.

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