Obscure

Specks of stardust fading to oblivion
loom across her tentative horizon.
Quiet cloaks her soul in twilight --
alone, reminded of a distant summer night.

Grief is sweet when tasted from his poisoned lips.

A tongue-tied poet
baffles over fragmented couplets..
A gentle memory
paints an abstract of dreams that will never be..
A mourning shadow
watches dead stars shine in phantom glow.
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Passion Chronicles: Episode 1
[for him who was almost my love story. almost.]