Perfection like life and yesterdays is fleeting he thought as
he stared off into the cold northern sky.
He could still taste her as if it were only moments ago that she kissed
him. It had been weeks. Running his fingers along his dry cracked
lips he knew it would never happen again.
He longed for her and hated the pain she left him with. He would never be able to forget her. Forever haunted by her pale skin and soft
words he quietly smiled. She was never
meant to be his, just a passing experience between lost hearts.
Photo Title: Last Europa Kiss
Artist/Photgrapher/Model: margot-squelch
Location of Work: deviantArt Link
Forget, Quiet, Cracked, Pain, Soft
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