the world would be empty
if we didn't have our ghosts
to follow us around.
the factory smoke rises
but the moon
still shines through.
we'll wait until we
don't have to, but
then what?
YOU ARE READING
Melancholia
Poetrypoetry takes us to so many places, and we take poetry to so many places. here are poems about places, and sometimes the people found in them.
