I seek you not

I seek you not

I seek you not. Your breath lies dead on numb lips. I think not of you or your name, nights no longer smothered in dreams of you. Any thought of reunion long lost on tearful sleepless nights. You were here and now you are gone, not to return. Hurtful memories are all that are left. I miss you as one misses the slight sting of the blade. Agony is thoughts of you bringing dreaded days of dead memories.

From the Ramblings.
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