I didn't know it would be the last time
that you held me through the night.
The last time the sky cradled fireflies.
And the moon didn't simmer down,
Gathering raindrops in her craters.
Sorrow cups the sides of my face.
Running stoney fingers through my hair.
Leaning down to press a kiss and
breathe dewdrops into my lungs.
As the pitter-patter disrupts the silence.
1d ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 10:09 PM UTC
The trail left by
the pinned butterfly
b r e a d c r u m b e d.
Afraid--
a wing's pulse
is as palpably
catastrophic
as they say.
A lifespan
with unmapped
potential
Preserved.
3d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 12:42 AM UTC