Run,
Stop,
Cry,
Move on
-----
I am nothing of a man.
A shell of silence,
and of love.
How am I to be a man,
if all I can think of,
is her?
-----
Gray floods my room.
Glazing past the glazed
glass,
my mind wanders
as nature's music
fills my ears.
-----
As I drove by
I remembered
the rose bushes
chocolate cupcakes
a cave of blankets
a ladybug pillow
that I didn't care for.
I thought I had forgotten.
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