Mar 5
The night is quiet, unmarred by your brilliance.
You are no more than a phantom,
Haunting.
I should be thankful,
But I refuse as much.
You were a supernova of salience-
-and I am still blind.
You are no more than a phantom,
Haunting.
I should be thankful,
But I refuse as much.
You were a supernova of salience-
-and I am still blind.
