The room smells like solitude
And sounds like a farewell
A dim, woodland evening in a rockstar's heart
She hides
In moments passed - time survived
Present uncertain
The room smells like solitude
And sounds like a farewell
Starlight and sweet things
She disappears
Into the laughter around his eyes
Memories of happier times
The room smells like solitude
And sounds like a farewell
A nest of shadows
She lingers
In cosmic ideologies - intangible things
The closest to home she's known.
--1.19.16
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