After this…

Call it happiness tonight,
A ghost exorcised under the
Shades of the last candle,
A randomness lit so strange

Into a wilderness, where the sprouted
Even nurtured, fall
Before the songs travel a distance
Long traversed,

A chord somewhere in the last
gaze crawling through
The crevices created before time

That music fails like the maple
Leaves long drawn into the fold
Lost it to time
Like me, like all us would

The happiness of losing a part,
That never was and never would
A transient presence
You would be welcome any time, silence.


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