The Wordsmiths Book 2021

All Gone Now

I loved you. The way your hair fell whimsically and swayed in the wind. The way even your glistening eyes smiled when you looked into mine and slowly kissed me as we shared that final moment.

I wish I had known.

The pain of longing to share those with you again - the feeling of your arm around me as we lay peacefully together - lingers.

Those blissful moments blinded by such a pure emotion.

Happiness.

No, Love.

The linger, it stings like a bull ant bite. Increasingly more and more painful until - numbness.

I feel nothing.

Anonymous

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