And if I had the nerve,
To call you "nothing,"
You would still be my heart's desire.
You would still haunt my darkness
With your black hair and ice-blue eyes.
Whispers of long ago on your lips,
Echoing in my mind's cage,
Smashing against the walls.
Waiting for time to travel on,
Like a poem that is never read.
And I will never forget you,
For you will always be "something" to me.
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A lost love, physically or emotionally.