Whispers From The Past

A poem

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Tonight we died
and the world went on,
spinning, still, unchanging,
and you remain
sleeping beside me,
building dreams, ideas, constellations
and even after you left
with the wind whispering endings and farewells
I remained suspended,
in long, long goodbyes,

And today,
there will be no more tomorrows,
or birds smiling
nor echoes o…