Darkness
Lithe and crisp
Encompasses me
Aching and feeding off of every wrong turn I make
The wheel wails
And trees seem to shake the wind
As I’m unmoving
Remote in my piercing nostalgia’s desert
I don’t
And can’t hear anything
As I breathe in the blue moon’s light
And suddenly feel the whispers
Edging through my bones
That tell me they miss me
But are never coming back.
Lithe and crisp
Encompasses me
Aching and feeding off of every wrong turn I make
The wheel wails
And trees seem to shake the wind
As I’m unmoving
Remote in my piercing nostalgia’s desert
I don’t
And can’t hear anything
As I breathe in the blue moon’s light
And suddenly feel the whispers
Edging through my bones
That tell me they miss me
But are never coming back.
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