"i remember"
- and the moon speaks again
- Sep 20, 2021
- 1 min read
I remember her so vividly;
a picture in my mind
lies
and it reeks of
devastation-
a portrait of the love
we lost but never knew
the bones hold the fever
of the dreams we never had,
the bones hold the storms
we pretend don’t stir within.
Rushing waters whisper
and the scars become silver
until the clock hits midnight
and we begin again,
a rebirth,
something new
but something better,
a glimmer of hope
or an illusion of optimism?
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