Silence-

Deafening silence,

Lingering at the edges of insanity,

Hoping for memories to stop playing,

Like broken records, -

Round and a round we go.

The wind softly caresses my skin,

Images of stolen kisses and midnight quests,

Linger, linger.

Like the smell of lilies,

The feeling of warmth coursing through my veins like fire water.

Your voice, calling me- urging me to find you.

Begging me to come back.

But all that's left of me is buried deep in an empty field.

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Where you left me for dead.

You won't find me, my love.

I'm not coming back.

......Never.

-T. G