Someday I’ll tear apart into a million billion pieces and you’ll watch them float in the autumn winds; borne aloft, alive in spite of approaching dawn. Maybe you’ll take a piece. I’ll whisper, “It’ll be alright,” only my voice won’t reach you. And then I’ll smile because it will.
May 23, 2019
May 23, 2019 at 3:58 PM UTC
Someday I’ll tear apart into a million billion pieces and you’ll watch them float in the autumn winds; borne aloft, alive in spite of approaching dawn. Maybe you’ll take a piece. I’ll whisper, “It’ll be alright,” only my voice won’t reach you. And then I’ll smile because it will.
One of my first pieces. I was feeling sentimental.