May 5
Losing you,
like a moon beam fallen onto my palm
solidified in the absence of my gaze
grown terrestrial
in my naivety
heavier-earth-bound,
both of us
victims of gravity.
like a moon beam fallen onto my palm
solidified in the absence of my gaze
grown terrestrial
in my naivety
heavier-earth-bound,
both of us
victims of gravity.
