"Grab what's left of the light"
she mutters while intertwining
her fingers into his
Sweet and gentle are his eyes
lost in a vulnerable gaze
Watching him ponder
the madness of a memory
he could not make sense of
Tunneling blackness, no words,
deep thought
Waving the moths away....
Aug 29, 2021
Aug 29, 2021 at 4:28 PM UTC
"Grab what's left of the light"
she mutters while intertwining
her fingers into his
Sweet and gentle are his eyes
lost in a vulnerable gaze
Watching him ponder
the madness of a memory
he could not make sense of
Tunneling blackness, no words,
deep thought
Waving the moths away....
