A Poem: The Pink Sky

She's like a wound that never heals.
Ingrained in a memory that will never die.
Nothing fills the void.
Desire wells up inside.
Yet still reaching for that pink sky.

Isolated within the heart.
So much meaning torn apart.

Good times placed upon the shelf.
Opaque with dust and left behind.
No going back.
Every moment bleeds from inside.


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