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Dec 2014
The sun was so bright that day,
cascading across your delicate
skin.
And the moon was so high that day,
lighting the sky;
you’d sworn it was bright enough
that you could see into another universe,
and you told me—you speculated—
others lives within that universe,
where the Greek gods and goddesses
ruled,
and life was tranquil.
With euphoria in your eyes, you’d said,
“I wish I could join them.”
I’d laughed and agreed, but if only I had
known.
It was cold the next morning;
empty; bitterness ate away at my
shell.
Your façade had melted—the constellations in your
eyes had burned out.
But you continued to smile, force and falsely,
and told me you needed a walk,
“I’ll be back soon.”
Needless to say, you did not return.
In your place was crumpled apology,
and a regretful news report.

I couldn’t see the moon the next night.
I shut the blinds and closed my eyes,
whispering your name over and over and
over.
I hope you joined them;
I hope you’re happy
Paige Johnston
Written by
Paige Johnston  england
(england)   
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   Jesse Madison
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