We call this “finding yourself.”
Longing is a clever ghost.
I’ve made a home in this shallow grave.
God—my eyes feast on silence.
Do you dissolve there too?
I’ve never floated
so heavily through
a sky that forgot its blue.
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Longing is a clever ghost.
I’ve made a home in this shallow grave.
God—my eyes feast on silence.
Do you dissolve there too?
I’ve never floated
so heavily through
a sky that forgot its blue.