dimming violet
and orange edges upon
slanted sidewalks
for an uphill walk home,
tonight's "lastness" is violent,
it's all I that I know,
replaying the sole sound of
a front door slowly being closed.
as the light between the night
and the horizon ebbs,
what's left becomes outer space,
the milky way flowing in.
I could drink the sight,
but with a shot of spite,
or bittersweetness, or some other
Way to rephrase our immense distance.
mourning is not quite the word,
as the odds between
me and the earth
felt like they were evening.
This world had given
But it's unclear if it takes
For I didn't lose the present,
I just put memories away.
Last night
Simply means the night before now
Even if it's our last night
We'll last through it somehow
Aug 28, 2021
Aug 28, 2021 at 5:20 AM UTC
dimming violet
and orange edges upon
slanted sidewalks
for an uphill walk home,
tonight's "lastness" is violent,
it's all I that I know,
replaying the sole sound of
a front door slowly being closed.
as the light between the night
and the horizon ebbs,
what's left becomes outer space,
the milky way flowing in.
I could drink the sight,
but with a shot of spite,
or bittersweetness, or some other
Way to rephrase our immense distance.
mourning is not quite the word,
as the odds between
me and the earth
felt like they were evening.
This world had given
But it's unclear if it takes
For I didn't lose the present,
I just put memories away.
Last night
Simply means the night before now
Even if it's our last night
We'll last through it somehow
