The Forgotten

elliewinds
Author: elliewinds
Word Count: 111
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Withering and weathering the stone falls.
The paths to the past are empty halls.
Piece by piece faded memories crumble.
Upon dry grass, tombstones tumble.

Fading away from my mind’s reach;
it is not as they say, not as they preach.
Your soul is not by my side, keeping pace.
I try to picture you now, but there is no face.

At the edge of the horizon, I see your sail,
its misty lines attempting to tell your tale.
Disappearing in the fog, you leave only an epitaph,
a foolish effort to condense life into a paragraph.

The past is withering with each passing day.
The tombs are weathering completely away.

The Forgotten

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