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Amanda Kay Burke Nov 2020
He went to bed
Clouds in his eyes
Counting the sheep jumping in the skies
Balancing columns high up in the air
Above the world beneath his hair
How do you interpret the last line?
Nayana Nair Mar 2018
I will trace your tears
through the meteor shower,
through the footsteps that you followed,
through the hands that you held,
through the hearts that you broke,
through the marks on your skin,
through the lost and found columns,
through the moist flower placed in you books,
through that crossed out name, on every page.
I will trace your tears
that will lead back to me.
And say what needs to be said.
An apology.
An apology that you never got.
An apology that you deserved.

— The End —