Lately I've been thinking of you,
reflecting on what was,
and what was lost,
all those months ago.
There's a dishonestly in it though,
thoughts laced with lies,
a pursuit of the melancholy
and reflections of the lost.
The notebook that held our story is
gone,
lost in a theatre,
left behind when the show ended,
forgotten and abandoned.
Thinking of you is my attempt
to grow crops in barren soil
while I live on fertile land,
simply out of habit.
But it's time to cast it away,
to look ahead again,
eyes full of fire and light,
to create a proper present.
-Zero
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