I once committed my ear to—
to forever echo
in my own eternity—
suddenly became monotonous.
The color you always wore
grew too dull for the evening sun,
setting off to distant places
just before the golden hour.
Your hue became one less
from the rainbow after rains.
Your face, your figure,
the color of your hair,
the tiny sparkle in your iris,
your beautifully etched nose,
your lips—ever in careful symmetry—
everything about you,
from your gestures to your voice
that chuckled, giggled, moaned,
shouted, and whispered,
yes—everything that was distinctly you,
you who once mattered so much to me—
became just another stranger in the crowd.
Faceless.
Blurry.
A flavorless figure.
No one.
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