The Setting Sun Moves On | Short Poem No. 113

You’re dead; gone like the setting sun moves on.
Vacant seats on holidays feel lonely.

The setting sun moves on
Photo by Max Ostwalt on Unsplash

What if I forget you as time moves on?
Or should I just . . .Should I just feel lonely?

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Author: Jay Bleu

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