Miss me

Twenty four minutes past midnight,

Scrolling through your collaged reflections

Vainly scouting for pieces of me

Hopefully traces of us

All I get are faint clichés shrouded in ambiguous paragraphs

Amidst cloudy thoughts and fancy portraits,

You look happy in your photographs.


We were only a season

Though you said forever.

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