Sometimes memories fade
Sometimes they change
Sometimes they remain like a block of granite.
From you, someone who was supposed to be so
Much a part of me,
I vividly remember you
Standing, facing me,
Your hand out,
Your heart closed...
But smiling your false
Yet greedy smile.
And now,
as I stand facing you
with empty hands
My heart has also become empty
and for you
I hold no smile.
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