Stolen by the Wind

uttering goodbye,

not a word spoken.

passing like arthritic memories

into an impassive night.

dull ache,

throbbing in the tender bones

of a lonely soul.

a quiet agony,

written on a pale face

wracked with demons.

each reflection

given a name

and lodging.

a heart


unable to stand.


stolen by the wind.


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