Like infinite particles,
dancing in the air
your eyes pass through me.
I sing to the silent
music—although you wouldn’t know it.
I cry with the skies—trying
hard not to show it.
I walk between the
lines—neither here nor there.
I die once more—breathing in
the air.
Oh, how I love(d) you.
How curious it is
to be obliterated…
Despite, my loving
sacrifice.
Like the decay of daisies,
distorting their perfumes
the whiff of it, pushes you
away.
Like spilled ink, the
promise of words
smeared and unread.
Do not fear
my dear.
I speak in letters—sealed,
not sent.
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