Alas, the end has met
what’s been started.
Part of me is now lost.
Hiding in the dark recesses
that I call home.
I can’t speak through dead lips.
I can’t reach with withered arms.
Eyes still yearn for images of you.
Though you’ve been most obliged
to denounce my existence.
If only echoes moved you,
I may not have been
a prey of circumstance.
Anger can never succumb me,
For you’re just a faint memory,
Which even dreams can’t recall.
Now all I have is love
that I could never give.
- Rasui Akira
written on June 30, 2006 – 2:16 PM
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