by Rio Ejercito Monge

The image kept vivid
In a second that erased
By droplets of tears
Coming deeply from a heart
Both aching and longingfading
For a lost friend
Long I had
Now Lost
Banners of Regretts
Written in catacomb
Engraved hoping
Not to its death
You are the half of me
A life inside given
To my half dead self
Gave light and reason
And passion to live life by
A defined meaning
Half of me was lost
When I saw you
When I felt you


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