On a summer day in a different year,
that other world where I wasted my precious time, has ceased to exist.
in my mind’s eye your image is rooted deep, each image a cut to my soul, slicing irreparable scars onto the canvas of my mind.
A world lost, crumbled and decayed.
Remnants of what had been.
A dream imploded; A moment mired in time.
I couldn’t save myself from you no matter how hard I tried.
Copyright 2019 Jenny W. Andrews
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