Gone Forever
Everlasting Despair
By SyncerePublished 2 years ago • Updated about a year ago • 1 min read

Your t-shirt finally lost it's scent
I've even lost my will to vent
Your voice fades every day
There's nothing left to say
Unaware you're missed
Dust now, not lips
You are gone.
I am
Lone.
About the Creator
Syncere
Syncere (noun) An author/poet & barely tolerable human being. Masterful trickster of family & friends, as they actually support her. In another life, could've been a failed comedienne. In the grand scheme of the multiverse, she already is.


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