137. Victorian Bedtime

As over as can be,
the final wisp of smoke,
a candle light no more,
a forgetfulness endorsed.

A love it never was,
but affections linger on,
a loneliness in wanting,
when conversation’s gone.

Notes:
My birthday and a new year approaches. Newness is great – I do miss our conversations though.

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