of a passion felled
on burning leaves
and smeared scarlet
of lipstick from
mouth to cheek;
for ruins remaining
of waiting at
flint-skied piers
in the everlast of dusk
all that remains
3 responses to “all that remains”
Within the ruins lie the beauty of memories.
I only wish I could recall where those memories are from.
🤣 Indeed!
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