Real life, not fiction.
When you leave nobody asks you to stay.
When you forget that you once were loved
And that memories could have kept you warm

But then nobody reminded you of that anyway
As you go, into the mists, all alone
In the biting cold and as the fog rises
Love was a luxury that could have kept you from harm.

Sunsets and sunrises
Nobody asked you to stay
Silences lay thick a clouds
Blocking out the sun
Blocking out the intrusive crowds

Its curtains everyday.

Copyright: Rani Turton

Rani Turton

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