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Faded Glory

I can't see you through the mist, and when I close my eyes, I hear not the still breeze of your voice, just an emptiness and sometimes, disturbing thunder, I find no peace in them.
I still feel remnants of yesterday's fire burning, the last dying ember struggling to survive, and maybe we should fan these flames of yearning, but with our mutual disinterest...
I feel my soul peeping at you through my eyes with slight disinterest, and hear my heart thinking, “how did we get here?”
Faded glory...

*****April 24, 2013*****