Your hair is like fall’s bright brown leaves
That falls and rests above your breast,
Your eyes illume, devoid of grief
Amongst the void, as midnight rests.

Your lips stretched thin to paint this smile,
A smile I know you do so well
To mask the pain and hide the ail—
Beauty and sorrow, parallel.

But you conceal like heaps of snow
Under the vibrant golden leaves
Creating the void, white and cold
Just like the day you took your leave.

And since estranged is all we’ll be,
This portrait will be all I’ll see.

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