There's someone
In the Dark..
I see,
But I don't realise.
There's someone in
The heart.
I can feel.
Can't hold on.
Time always slips
From the cusp of
Fingers.
Moments do become
Incomplete
Memoirs.
There's someone in
The dark,
I don't realise.
He or me
Doesn't matter.
He does slip from
My fingers.
I do from time.
Irrelevance is
Something of an
Ultimate demise.
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