You asked for space,
said you needed to float,
to realign your stars.
But you were gravity
pulling someone else close,
while I drifted,
untethered,
alone in the dark.
So don’t call it healing.
Call it what it was,
eclipse.
May 16, 2025
May 16, 2025 at 1:38 PM UTC
You asked for space,
said you needed to float,
to realign your stars.
But you were gravity
pulling someone else close,
while I drifted,
untethered,
alone in the dark.
So don’t call it healing.
Call it what it was,
eclipse.
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