A Headspace Project, 15

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Silent whispers drift through space 

All that’s left. What took the place

Of wild nights, of hazy days

A life that I once knew.

A haunting grip on memory

Subconsciously remembering

Wistfully it wanders now

In quiet thoughts again.

Kenopsia, this forlorn space

Nostalgia takes the moment’s place

In lieu of what it used to be

The echoes of the past.

Here I’m searching

Searching for at last. 

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