Lying upon the winds
whirling like cascading hurricanes,
I tether on the edge of memories;
tied to the depths of past
while my fingers bleed upon the blades of the present,
with feet sinking into the sands-
wet from the sorrow that wept through the ages.
the way your eyes were filled with the novas.
the galaxies could not contain
their ephemeral luminescence,
that traveled across the endless space of nothing
in hopes of illuminating
my obsidian existence.
And I remember,
the way those stars shattered into stardust;
their shine devoured by the rough rust
of my world.
Reading the mirror
reflected by the skies today
I can see your lover’s image in them.
A cruel lover…
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