residue

I feel the love you had for me
Trickling
Flowing
Shriveling
It is no longer there
It is no longer alive
It is no longer existing.
It is nothing but a residue
of the love
you used to feel for me
of the love
I used to feel for you

Nothing remains
Nothing
not even a residue.

* a poem I made in 60 seconds from www.oneword.com

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