Nothing to say but platitudes

in time hearts heal

and even the worst will learn to feel

the light is low and the shadow he has cast long

still across this plateau

where little magical things grow

but how would you know

as a person who runs

from truth

my little world was just a show

you were a tourist

missing only a camera

passing through

yet raking your mark like a trowel

without thought for Spring’s harvest

some days are better than others now

and then

I will try not to think of you again.

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Front-End Wiz and Full stack developer

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