There are no

there are no words,

left on your face

no smiles, no eyes

held with grace

there are no promises

Left to send

no hands to hold

in this slow end

there are hopes

upon your lips

just the cold

of your finger tips

there are no words

left written down

the book finished

without a sound.

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