In the shadow of late summer
our love withered until it died.

A spark, a careless act of negligence
ignited what was dead
and killed everything left alive.

And as we followed the ashes awa
from one another,
I looked back
only to catch his silhouette,
a shadow of what would have
been…

He was nothing more than a memory,
a distant dream lost
to mother nature’s fury.

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