A Silent Death

As the dust of time gathers softly on your sweet memories,fading into nothingness.

Each passing minute,a nail in your coffin, each passing hour a shovel in your grave.

You…lie quietly on the soft bed of my fragrant rosy thoughts…pale, fading, and deathlike.

Yes,

You are dying,

A slow silent death,

In my mind.

While I mourn,

alone, lonely,

in total solitude.

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