Your sigh in the darkness plays like a symphony in my head
It is stuck on repeat as if to remind me I
am the last quest in a hopeless journey
It is stuck in time to remind me of your rythmic fingers in the dim glow of candles
It is the goodbye,
it is me being right when I said this is just another way you disappear, slowly,
It is knowing, and having known that there is not room for me in this journey, and knowing you do not want there to be.
It is the sinking feeling in my stomach when you said you can not listen to a song we've sang so many times, that was you, stopping the beat, blowing out the flame, and walking away.
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