Doused

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Doused 

You were my favourite distraction 
from the realities and aches.
A temporal escape
that asked nothing of me but to be present and awake.
But in the wake of the end 
I suppose I always knew it would end.

All pain is relative,
All fear is palpable, 
All end is inevitable.

I, no longer a credible witness to all that is and was. 
As I love and live in my reveries,
a nostalgic fool 
Doused over only the detritus of what could have been
and what no longer is.

So, I bid you adieu and a hello to my shadows too. 

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