She came to me like a sapphic love song,
A tune so beautiful, so fleeting, like a mockingbird cooing on a distant tawny branch
She hid amongst the shadows, sliding out between the line where the sky met the earth,
Where the moon kissed the sun goodbye.
I never expected for someone who lived only amongst the twilight,
The dusk, and the horizon
The sinewy greys, the gaps between each thud of my heart
The in betweens of all that is good and all that is me
To say goodbye.
For when does parting become sorrow
Where is the sweetness that lies within it?
I miss you Hanna.
Jun 25, 2023
Jun 25, 2023 at 9:46 PM UTC
She came to me like a sapphic love song,
A tune so beautiful, so fleeting, like a mockingbird cooing on a distant tawny branch
She hid amongst the shadows, sliding out between the line where the sky met the earth,
Where the moon kissed the sun goodbye.
I never expected for someone who lived only amongst the twilight,
The dusk, and the horizon
The sinewy greys, the gaps between each thud of my heart
The in betweens of all that is good and all that is me
To say goodbye.
For when does parting become sorrow
Where is the sweetness that lies within it?
I miss you Hanna.
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