What is left of you?
Two photos of you and me.

Distant memories, forgotten
Two souls once lit.

Time always knows to erase wounds
Where once were springs of dream. 

Stupid promises for eternal love,
Forgotten along with the years.

These photos I look in the moonlight,
Blurred shadows of past peace.
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23 thoughts on “Leftovers

  1. This was a lovely poem Eri! This poem gave me a picture of two people who were once lovers but ended up separately lol. I don’t know if that was the message you were trying to pass across but this was a lovely poem. Indeed time does erase wounds. Thank you so much for sharing x

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