You are just a tiny thread of vapour tremulously hanging in the air.
It is as though a thick veil hangs over you,
you are familiar but you are a stranger
I’ve seen you before, but I don’t know you
I frown to remember how you have fit into my life
Weak memories that threaten to push past that barrier, strangely I don’t feel a thing.
It’s as though you are a distant dream, a wisp of smoke that dissipates without leaving a trace
Nothing besides a faint pleasant/unpleasant memory.
It’s sad this is how life works – is anybody ever worth holding on tight to?
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