Forgotten Song


The violets had been bought for the green-eyed lady.

However, I had arrived beyond late…

Within moments, she reigned upon my mind…

And, later, she had gone.

Trickling down…

Such as forgotten words to her favorite song.

Soon I began to misplace her solemn heirlooms.

After,

stories and tales the green-eyed lady had gifted me.

Then ashes turned to ashes.

Dust to dust.

And,

in finality…

Nothing had been worth remembering.

Stone turned to rust.

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