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Of leaving

7 minutes ago · 0 · brake up, +1

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I really miss the boy who loved you.

He left the day you left. Across the seas.

When the mist is no more and the moon is right in the middle of the night sky, you can see through the window into their bedroom. There they are, inside their castle.

The smoke clears and there is broken glass everywhere,

You know what went down, don’t you?

Someone left, because they had to.

Someone left for the promised arms and ensured prospects,

But he left, for those full, pair of, lips and fluttering hair in the Yorkshire breeze.

For death was around the corner and it reminded him of all the sleep he was missing out on.

He left, for he was a dreamer.

He left because he loved her even more than the words would ever be able to convey.

Her name was that one divine word to which he vowed his life and possibly his death.

Maybe his death was the only thing that he truly owned.

He lighted an incense or two in prayer;

When the smoke clears there will be broken glass everywhere

And he, will be with her.