i heard drums thrum
soul taut like string
ready to break away
ready to scream or sing
a lonely kite in the sky
kissing clouds without a care
dreaming of a love that was
never even there
just a ghost of a memory
haunting corridors of my mind
looking for the piece of me
i had left behind
in the darkness
in the fear
in her eyes
a lonely tear
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