Leftovers is a poem about distant memories of a lost love and how these memories are related to objects that are left behind.
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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