We kiss
Again
It feels
Like the first kiss
We ever had
The violet one,
But this
Feels more
Concluding.
This kiss
Is dark gray.
Darker than
The skies when
It rains.
Lighter than
A period at
The end of a sentence.
It's right in the
Middle
Of those two.
It's powerful
Better than words
Better than writing
It's a goodbye.
YOU ARE READING
love?
PoetryA series of poems about a speaker's love life. The characters included are entirely fictional. Includes mentions of d*ath. Please do not read if this subject is triggering to you.
