Nine

You become the memory
forgotten.

There is a silence of
your history.

Oblivion is the end of
your road.

No single evidence can
prove

that you existed, that you
lived.

But I can tell everyone
that I fell for you.

 

2017

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About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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