You have been my sanity.
And sometimes,
I think you still are.
I miss you.
But I'm tired of searching for
the ghost of your lips
in other people
Maybe you're
never really coming back
after all.
I could only wish you all the happiness
You did not find in me.
YOU ARE READING
The Universe and the Moonchild
Poesiaa collection of poetries and proses from a lost moonchild living in her own universe
