Was it you?
Was it you?
The one I needed?
The one I wanted?
The one I….
The dying moments of our love
Of this escapade
This poetry
That we created
This music
That we shouted
This writing
That we painted
Those dying moments
Showed me and you
Us…
Us…
The discarded petals
Of a fallen flower
The wasted drops
Of a vintage liquor
The trashed floor
Of a forgotten temple
It showed me
Showed us
Why were wrong
Why this was wrong
You were not my need
But a luxury
Not a desire
But a dream
For the moment I loved you
Was the moment my love died
And I stand here satisfied
But hollow on the inside.
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