At the Unknown End.

She slid from my grip

Her fingers, her love, her heat.

Left me in midst,

Now a lonely trip

Memories, remain my only treat.

Midst of noon, i feel cold

You gone, my heart holed.

Midst of night.

My hands stretch into darkness.

In hope & doubt

Searching a familiar warmth,

At the unknown end.

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