That which is forsaken
vanishes in a flash
of lightening
through a framework
impermiable to the love in my heart
Before my eyes drifts the vapor
of what you once called
Caring
Before my vision I see
the mist
of time spent hoping
time spent looking towards the future
Gone is the lightening
Gone is the vapor
Gone is my hope
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