You said it.
This is “what’s best.”
So please kiss my forehead
and put me to rest.
Leave the book
halfway unread,
on a whim.
Through vast, subconscious seas,
beyond the volatile storms of sand,
I feel you thinking of me.
Extend a charitable hand.
Tell me kindly,
we will never be
again.
Jun 12, 2025
Jun 12, 2025 at 11:01 PM UTC
You said it.
This is “what’s best.”
So please kiss my forehead
and put me to rest.
Leave the book
halfway unread,
on a whim.
Through vast, subconscious seas,
beyond the volatile storms of sand,
I feel you thinking of me.
Extend a charitable hand.
Tell me kindly,
we will never be
again.
Call it mercy.
