Writing

Remember Me Tonight (Poetry)

When the night
is
At last

Silent and still,

 

Look upward
To
The stars
Hard and Cold.

And
Whisper
My 
Name.

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Another Piece

How many times had she found herself here, hundreds or thousands? She lost count long ago. Through it all nothing here had changed. The walls empty and cold, the mirror reflecting nothing, its silver surface flawless and not for the first time she realized she had passed through the days of her life having left no impression. Just a shell full of sorrow and regret slowly disappearing into the fog of forgetfulness.

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