Strange befores
Aftermath in hindsight
Nothing
In the middle
But transient space
Familiar voices
In my head
Speak about regrets
Strange face
Old pictures
A me long gone
Nothing
Holds the wave of sadness
Could have beens
No more
Familiar pain
Throbbing
A sad song humming
Hope rising
Stranger me
Holding on to dear life
In a life long gone
Until my me broke free
With nowhere to go
Transient space
Nicely concise!
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