Set me free from your memory

The smell of your breath is filled with cigarette
tasting it
for one day you’re gone
in a memory, the scent of the kiss is sneaking up
the moon was our ally, the stars our patrons
a shimmer is left of everything you no longer carry
You are missing like a loved one, despite the war that remained
it was a summer house that fell as if made out of cards.

Spectacular inner garden
Pastels

 

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