"No Trojan horse could sneak a love into weathered hearts.
I didn't say goodbye, my dear.
I just left for gone.
But the winter in our tree
of naked pricks and retreated birds to the South
of our South,
more south than "Gone With the Wind". So south, they may not come back
to our tree,
burrow life into this tree
And for that you deserve a forward goodbye.
And know this goodbye is mid-forever."
-from "I Have For You One Last Melancholy" // #Support AETERNUM VALE: Poetic Fantasy
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Softly. Everything was soft with you. Your hair slipped through my fingers like finch feathers, and your eyes emitted that particularly dim light, the one that everyone has seen before but no one can describe. Soft was your voice, and your cool hands when they touched mine. Now I sit amidst harsh lines, staring at sharp faces and rigid bodies. It’s rather uncomfortable without you here.