Gone

by mandaceehb

I will adore you in stolen pockets of time

Running, running

One thousand, two thousand, three thousand

And I will be gone

Like the trailing wisps of a dream that never made it to you

 

You wake in the evening and I’m slipping through your fingers already

Losing with every moment that pounds against the bloody sunset

I am the ghost of a smile and a sad memory that never existed in your mind’s eye-

You don’t believe in nightmares

One thousand, two thousand, three thousand

I am gone

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