Forgotten
No memories of what we used to be or who we were. I turn the kaleidoscope and the faded colors spin into nothingness,
I am wishing for a revelation of some sort
A looking glass to peer into
A time machine to travel in to find answers
Of where I went wrong
I step outside
The cold damp air awakens my senses and I feel the need to turn around
Only to see the sillhouette of a ghost filled with answers
Vanishing before my eyes into the morning sky
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