Blurb: All That's Left
"I think about those nights when we walked home as you sang to me.
Now the nights come but I’m walking home alone.
All that’s left are lyrics to our love songs.
The melodies have died like the end of the world."
Copyrighted @ 2022. Taken from Into the Night: A Collection of Poems, by N.N. Nicky
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