The traces of scent left on your clothes reminded me of what is forbidden, 

The pictures that seem dusty and old remind me of how long you been gone,

The sounds coming from beyond continue to haunt me,

This is the end of a beginning. 


The first and only night remindes me of the stars that shine, 

The comforter that we layed on in the grass in spring still has crumbs,

This is the forbidden moment where everything is denied and never conquered.

We wait, we crawl, we fight, we live, we dream, we sacrifice,

Only to be haunted by the forbidden.. 




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