Apostrophe
There is nothing left of me,
As I sit here on this dark and dreary night.
Wishing, hoping, dreaming for you to come back,
And bring upon your theory of what is right.
I am a blank, soulless body laying on the ground,
Only thinking of you in the dim moon light.
With faded tears streaming down my face,
I wonder if we will ever meet again,
And if our hearts will once again take flight.
Synecdoche
I see the sail boats off in the distance. I remember when we used to go out there on summer mornings. But now there is just a ghost of you that hovers around me, while I drink my morning tea. I wish I could just go back there there. When life used to be simple. When it used to be just you and me.
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