Ephemeral, ethereal
To exist but only in name
Only when the light hits it just right
Evaporating between the seconds
A breath as a reminder
We still exist
Even when the color fades away
All diluted tones of gray
For you I will exist
For a moment at least
Gossamer when you are gone
Sep 24, 2020
Sep 24, 2020 at 1:57 PM UTC
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