iv. HEAVY SHADOWS.
i called you for the last time. the box you had left behind sparked embers that reached for the starry sky. it reminded me of us, how one minute we were madly in love and the next, couldn't care less for one another. i woke up next to the ashes and for the first time since you left, there was a part of me that no longer felt empty.
YOU ARE READING
what tomorrow brings.
Poetryxvii, april. (iii). you have no voice if no one is listening. © playlist poetry h.r. : #3
