That one song
once more became
just another song.
The stars, clouds,
and the moon,
just another night.
Her voice, her eyes,
her smile, her lips,
even the strands
of her hair,
her fragile hands,
her small shoulder—
everything about her
was just another
passerby in your
loveless hollow story.
You’ve fallen out.
You’re no longer
desperately in love.
The candle’s flame
has gone out.
All your memories
with her are
just fleeting moments.
Every filled cup
is now empty
with her gone.
You were in
love—now, no
more than emptiness.
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