August

I waded in the waters of nostalgia,

of heartbreak.

 

Dancing under the veil of midnight glamour,

the ghost of laughter admist unkept promises.

 

Silence,

fractured her,

and she became one with the lonely isle and the always falling night.

This poem is about: 
Me
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