Dust
The dust was settled on those fateful days
And wind-whisked through those endless months of sorrow.
Now settled for its final time it stays
Where I can say I won't see you tomorrow.
No longer shall I reminisce the past;
Of when you played me into foolish mind.
I can accept that foolish dreams don't last
And know that truth can never be so kind.
My anger came so often but not now;
Not even your response to all those days;
Your words that fill my thoughts but can't tell how
I couldn't hold you when you changed your ways.
I know, now, that you wouldn't care for me.
I only hope apart, we can be free.
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