Faintly


It was a while ago now, ( as the crow flies )
We talk a lot about everything and oh
Nothing really, two lonely self absorbed shadows
Human ghosts, working at tying up loose ends
Making sense of nonsensical situations , our
Similarities actually were what set us apart
From all that we were in the process of
Becoming a slow fade or
How I came to see it





Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2019-08-12 at 17:51

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