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ryn Apr 2021
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What happened to us?

How did warm incandescence
turn callously incendiary?

Did we ignite too quickly,
burn too fiercely,
only to die out prematurely?


If so...

Where did the ash from our bodies go,
if not carried away by the winds of time?
ryn Apr 2021
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So enamoured
by the moon
was he...

That he had
disowned the sun

and
forgotten the stars.


.
ryn Apr 2021
painfully beautiful

is the symphony

of this bitter regress
ryn Apr 2021
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     Captured breaths
within the
       moments in time.

   Broken snapshots
              frozen almost...
  Solid yet fragile
        and so brittle.

         Fractured and frail
      but in many ways,

              perfect.

.
ryn Apr 2021
It’s so old and used,

and it barely did it’s job.

It had to be quickly replaced,

and put down...
                              without a sob.
ryn Apr 2021
Hello there
familiar stranger...

Between the waking hours
and persistent unsleep,

you’re still
as much as the chaos
in my head then
as you are now.
ryn Apr 2021
Is he home?

Will he answer the door?

Will he take calls?

Does he even check his mail anymore?
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