A note

A spectrum
of colors.
A soft beam
of light.
Little specs
of refracting
glimmer.

Are what
I see.

When I’m
with YOU

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Goodbye

Piles of
broken bricks
& ashes
our bridges
were burnt
faster than
it was built.

Leaving us
with words
that were
never said
what was left
was an
end.