The distant sound of a car over a choir of morning birds,
Is all he would have heard had he awoken in his house.
His eyes opened to see flickering light through leaves,
That danced beneath a blackened sky and fell about his head.
He closed his eyes again when he realised where he was,
Waiting in woods of memory, the purgatory of past mistakes.
A special silence fills the space between the rings of her phone,
She is desperate to escape but she cannot be alone.
Home at last, red faced from blasts of heavier wind than heart,
His vacant eyes still haunt her though they remain a death apart.
Photographs and broken laughs ignite fires in her mind
But after years these smiles cause fear of one face she cannot find.
Maybe one day he'll decide in which direction he should walk,
But all the roads are merging and the signs, they melt away.
Alone sitting, staring at blue sky though the trees,
Thinking, what's this world to me? It is nothing, nothing, nothing.
Not long ago he had everything, which feels like a distant dream,
Like a story he is hoarding from old memories of men.
Despite everything that happened, some nights she’s golden, not blue,
When the past is in the present without the trial of real time.
Most days it’s hard to fathom the fake from the true,
The clock strikes 2am. His death is in the chime.
From opposite sides they sense it, every hour that goes by:
His absence leaves immortal love and hers is left to die.
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