Sabine Borrageiro - The End

i sit and gaze
upon the page
devoid of word
its emptiness fills me
lack-lustre
and bare
your silence thunders
through my quiet room
my eyes must grow
accustomed
to this blank canvas
which was once filled
with your beauty
your passion
your strength
i miss your words!
i miss your smile!
perhaps
in another time
in some other place
i would've put your words
to the sound
of your gentle voice
but for now
i must close this book
the story has ended
and you shall remain
the final chapter

Sabine Borrageiro

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