The unwritten poem

is like a love never expressed. 

Time that paused in November,
Dark veils that replaced illumined stars.
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Her mad dream to love
Where uncertainty lurks high,
And care where it's null.   

The stench in your heart,
That refuses to let you forget,
You were a mistake, then and now. 

The day
When you and I are no longer we,
Is the day
When a part of me dies,
One more time. 

I walk with a pound in my heart,
And ember in my soul.
Love is a phase,
It ends where it begins. 

The empty vacant spaces that one leaves behind. The void that you feel every minute, every place they belonged to. Though far, yet so near.