Forgotten Inklings

You walked miles with me, 

planted dreams in places

all through our journey.

For us to go back to them,

to nurture them, 

to make them real.  

Sitting beside one such dying dream, 

I wonder who you really were 

behind all your masks

The dreams are now dead and I am broken

in places that will never be fixed again.  

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