Consumed

Richard M. Ankers

There is a waft of a memory,

The remnant of a dream;

The scent of a distant past;

A cool breeze of something unforgotten

Surrounding me, consuming me:

My very soul is permeated by them, steeped in them.

They are the remnants of you,

And I will never be free of them.


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