She is long gone
Another pretender that I pretend,
With no intention
I hold her
In my forgotten dreams.
A happy memory
Of which she has no glean
Of my endless happy scenes.
I pray with no hope
But I pray and pray
And reach out with no hope.
The more I say, the hopeless my theme.
The drink and the music drown my misery
Each day a prolonged drab.
K.Oni
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