Vacant eyes,
Reminisce days of dreaming.
Tear streaked cheeks,
alienated smiles
weave a tale with future and past.
Staying rooted to present
are tired feet and bleeding toes.
A losing heart holds broken promises,
like shards of glass.
With memories to trip over,
letting go is hard, yet.
Time has still taken more
than given.
Keeping a vicious grip on past,
I'll wait till it doesn't, no longer.
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