In the sordid ashes
Of your forgotten cigarette,
I sift through
For the pieces of glass
Stained with our dreams...
Hoping to bask
In a misted memory,
When the winter sun
Passes through
That doppelganger
You left behind...
Leaving me
In your shadows...
And I wish,
That you hear
The echo of my laughter
Reverberate
Through your empty room,
After years of forgetting....
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