2 December 2016

Memories that serve no longer,
Passion lost along the way,
Like a pearl that's lost its lustre,
You stay hidden, lost in a haze.

I call you to the sunlight,
Tell you it's time for play,
The voices whisper, linger,
Seduced by them, their prey.

Vows that serve no longer,
A self-made tomb your pain,
In your room without windows,
You stay locked, right as rain.

I gesture to the doorway,
Open wide to the other side,
The chatter now a crescendo,
Masking fear, masking pride.

I walk out through the doorway,
The journey yours to make,
A glint of sunshine, shadow,
Smoke trails in my wake.

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