I’ve come here
to find my serenity
in the solitude of my soul.
I don’t want to think
about you anymore.
Don’t want to think if
our love would last an eternity.
Was there even love?
I’m not sure
if I can call it love.
A spark so sharp
to pierce me through
not growing further
to flames
for it was blew out
and never it shall be lit again.
What’s left now?
I’ve longed for something
I’ve never had.
A fantasy of love
I wanted to feel
I wanted to have
I dreamt of.
I’ve come here
to finally say goodbye.

© W. Donovan

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