Acidic Tendrils


			Tendrils of mist travelling my mind.
			If I hear a familiar laugh,
			See a similar smile,
			A figure akin to hers,
			The mist thickens and saturates my mind.
			But it is nothing
			Compared to when the sight of her
			Sends forth soured memories 
			That rend my heart, mind and soul.


© R. A. W. S. Clarke

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