A/N I thought some poetry would just be relaxing to write, like a glass of fresh water.
Enjoy
Disclaimer: Bleach me no own.
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Dissolve into Dust
Fear
Was the last thing I felt
When I did feel it, I was not afraid of him
Rather, I feared forgetting
I feared that one day I would forget
Forget the exact shade of his eyes
Forget the feel of his cold hands
Forget the way his voice sounded
To forget he whom I had
Loved
As the ash scattered
I feared
That eventually
My memories
Would dissolve into dust, too