The night slipped away with grace,
I gazed at the stars from bedroom space,
Boston's sky, lonely, lies in solitude,
without a shimmer,
No stars to light,
just a quiet dream.
Sipping coffee,
I ponder the night's theme.
It's cold and silent,
Boring and sickening, like a whispered stream,
Serene, he's no longer here
I shut my two eyes, and I see his face
I close my ears, and I hear him
I die to let things flow, a bittersweet flow,
So I grow, dump the sorrow
Through Commonwealth Ave, Public garden,
His presence gleams
I take a breath, exhale,
Foolish pride ends,
I miss the before and after and many more moments we once knew.
#Cheers | G.April
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