what we used to have exists no longer.
we meet on the astral plane.
tragedies tear apart lives.
nothing, Death says, comes for free.
our fingertips brush the trickle of tear, silent sighs,when forever was foreverbut became temporary. when your heart was my heartthe time beating togethernow the endless stretchpausing between measures, uncertainmelody – apart. lingering fragrancemixed with the bitterness of tears, flower b l o o m e donce here, but the sun enveloped by night disappeared. wallsContinue reading “loss”
superficial woundsdigging its way into my souli’m falling apart words are just words until they start to hurt.
empty rooms, blank space,miles apart, yet touching hands,both mouths now sewn shut