STARLIT GARDEN
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you haven't visited me since that night, and i wonder if you've etched your way into the stars. the sea of endless possibilities and dimensions. maybe you found another me.
it doesn't make it any easier— not holding your hand. i still don't think it was within the plan. i still ache and sometimes it bends. mom goes out more though i stay in.
your bed has become mine. she says it's not good for me, but every time i lay in it i'm reminded of your laugh coexisting with mine; i smile as i close my eyes, as i play pretend inside my mind.
i know i'll get better,
i just don't think it'll be soon.
maybe you look down on me from the skylight in your room. maybe you'll see i've gotten your chrysanthemums to bloom.
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BOTTLED STARDUST
Poetryೃ⁀➷ poetry/prose from the viewpoint of a mournful heart ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ ➤ story contains content relating to grieving and loss. thank you for reading ♡ 🏅#15 in poetry
