Clouds

Clouds form,

break to scatter, 

and with the 

sorrow of 

forgotten things 

we are left standing

in shallow water.

Peeling paint

on plaster walls,

as with broken hearts  

the silence falls. 

Footsteps 

without sound 

soon to follow,

in the hope 

to fill the hollow. 

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