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Though lost forever into that abyss of darkness,
which no man had ever return from,
I can't forget and I will not forget a hope
amidst the wreckage of my dreams
and the ruins of the life I had led.
It's you.

Years passed and I was forced to move on and dance
with all the changes in all aspects of the said life.
Yet all of those failed to remove a singular light
across my dismal, moonless night-sky.
It's you.

I was dead yet I am alive because a particular thought
invaded every cell in my body like a poison,
not to kill me slowly but breathe into my lifeless way, shape, or form.
It's you.

Why- notwithstanding the time that has elapsed-
did you remain in me?
I turned my back on a sweet memory unattained and left
yet all this time it was with me.
It's you.

A tragedy- a land filled with flowers, groves, music and laughter
I had been approaching but the wind has revealed
your scent of infection- lethal, charnel, rotting smell
of plague and uncovered cemeteries.
It's you.