How many goodbyes have you whispered
Without second thought
How many have been truly final
Not realizing it then as a lost moment
And now each memory is filled with painful regret
That realization erupts and blackens your vision
Breaks your heart
Steals your breath
Which is not your last


About Lulu

I take pleasure in the simplest of things. But most of all I enjoy the stillness, there is so much I feel in it.
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