You could feel it couldn't you?
Everything we had was gone in the wind.
Time whittled away at what we were.
Now you are just another soul I used to know.
I'm lost with the information that's no longer mine to hold.
You favorite color purple and the demons that hunt you.
I guess I'm no good for it anymore.
You changed completely and I grew beyond you.
My need to fix you has aged.
My inner child past this phase.
The last of the trio.
My trilogy of love finally at its end.
My heart.
Left to carry it's own weight.
May we grow old.
Despite us not wanting to.
May you find peace in the soul you hold.
For I've attained that which I had lost.
Goodbye summer.
143,
Jones.
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Reflections (Chapter two)
PoetryFollow my rise and Experience my redemption, as I fight back against all that haunts me. There will be poems dedicated to others and how they help me in my rise, and there will be standalones where I forgive those who put me in the pit to begin with.
