*
*letting go
of the sun, the moon,
and the stars.
drifting through quieter skies,
faintly vivid,
testing the waters
that never held me.
am i a free bird,
or just dust
in the wind?
to let go
of yourself—
the kind of sorrow
that keeps me awake;
the child
who never slept
or smiled,
still knocking
on the door
i buried
long ago.
how do i tell
him
there is no place
where sleep remembers us—
only roads
we walk
until the sunset
swallows
what’s left.*
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May 27, 2025
May 27, 2025 at 12:56 PM UTC
*
*letting go
of the sun, the moon,
and the stars.
drifting through quieter skies,
faintly vivid,
testing the waters
that never held me.
am i a free bird,
or just dust
in the wind?
to let go
of yourself—
the kind of sorrow
that keeps me awake;
the child
who never slept
or smiled,
still knocking
on the door
i buried
long ago.
how do i tell
him
there is no place
where sleep remembers us—
only roads
we walk
until the sunset
swallows
what’s left.*
*
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