Ah, her.
There's no fragment of the milky way
that can place the light she gives off
she wailed each night
because she wanted it to;
desperately
she called me one night
begging me to validate
her greatest fear— nobody will know you
I did
she wailed each night
because it couldn't be true;
surely
No one understands
what is means to love her;
so they don't
but what's the harm in that?
even void of those things,
she never waned
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At Odds & Loose Ends: A poetry Collection
PoetryPoems new and old that didn't fit into other collections or were out for consideration at the time. All of my loose ends.
