I had a strange dream last night.
I was in my room, and I saw a negative.
You were smiling up at the camera a hand
you were trying to cover the lens with.
I heard a laughter. Of a woman.
She didn’t sound like me. She sounded carefree.
Happier than I ever knew myself to be.
I went to turn it positive, but the image vanished, and I was left
With damaged film.
YOU ARE READING
THE STARS LOVE THE MOON
Poetrythey keep watching the strangest of all loves to work out. They exist for each other, rarely next to each other. they would lose their light without any of them gone.
