Papers

The papers on the floor
are the only thing left.

Beyond the stash of memories
hidden on the shelves,

The papers that fell from my hands
are all that is left.

To think of the frigid nights
where she held my heart,

Broken and dying pain softened
leaning against the rock,

Tears that poured and drowned
the creatures around us,

These cold legal words
are all that is left to be said.

Love is so short, forgetting so long;
And this verse is all I have left.

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