The aftermath
A barren plane
Is what remains

Easy come
Easy go
The dust that settles
Like melting snow

No foundation
On which to rest
Nothing of substance
Just emptiness

A drop in the ocean
Diluted, dissipated
A mere collision
On a course segregated

The emotional impact
The only trace
Of an interlude
That once took place

A shooting star
In the vast moonlit sky
Too hot it combusted
Vaporised and died

Burnt itself out
In spectacular fashion
Up in smoke
Almost like it never happened

Perhaps it was but a dream
A phantom bump in the night
That like a vampire was vanquished
By the searing morning light

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