It’s not the endings that will haunt you 🌿
But the space where they should lie, 🌿
The things that simply faded 🌿
Without one final wave goodbye. 🌿
Like a book with torn-out pages, 🌿
Forgetting things you’re sure you knew, 🌿
A question with no answer, 🌿
And a song stopped halfway through. 🌿
So when your mind attempts to store them 🌿
Their crooked shape will never fit, 🌿
And forever in the corners 🌿
Of your consciousness they sit. 🌿
Jagged edges made from moments 🌿
You can’t be quite sure was the last, 🌿
Slicing open thoughts that healed 🌿
As they attempt to slip right past. 🌿
You see, not knowing is what haunts you, 🌿
The memories that never mend, 🌿
For they are puzzles missing pieces 🌿
Of all the things that didn’t fit 🌿
Wasted moments in life 🌿
I wish I was a tree 🍃
Don’t you 🌿
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