To A Distant Soul Once Part of Mine

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Winter has past
and a darkness that was the cold
and the night caresses
are long gone

She is in memory
her jet dark hair, long and
luxuriant
I have pressed to my face

And there are hearts
that threaten to burst
because of the uncertain future
that pounds against the ribcage

And I cannot shed tears
although my spirit mourns
not for you
nor for me

But for all of the souls
lost on the world
in a heart beat
suddenly finding smoke

For we, you and I
struggle to hold on
and in the long run
you will give up sooner than I

and I
without you knowing
have given up
already

- Hobobob