Regret.


Word's are locked
inside the broken chamber,
gateway to the words are sealed;
there is no way he can know,
exactly how I feel.
Memories turn to dust
but I held on to ashes
between my fists
but as the time spun,
they disappeared;
leaving a scar
no one can see.

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