maybe we're only splashing in the reflections of galaxies and not the real thing but I've never met anyone like you and your eyes hold the universe anyway.
I'm seeing bits of you in everything I lay eyes on, but when I tried to capture the way water danced and shimmered with secrets like you did, it only slipped between my fingers. (now I can't stop seeing the resemblance)
I've asked the earth where you are and how to return to myself (and you) and it didn't answer. who else could I ask?
(I asked the galaxies to lead me to the constellations your eyes held. they were silent.
so are you.)
YOU ARE READING
open letters to no one
Poesiapoems I can't keep to myself. things to get off my chest with verbs, nouns, adjectives. life lessons I have no one to share with. texts I really should send but don't have the courage to. things I can't say aloud. in essence, words I want to scream...
