binded ✁
"wherever you go i go."
"always together."
the two boys looked at each other and smiled. so sure of what they were doing, so sure of how it was right.
they intertwined their fingers and took one last look at the moon.
they closed their eyes and jumped.
there was no one there to witness their decision; no one on the bridge.
the only bystander of the event was the moon, unable to do anything but record countless scenes like the one that had just unfolded.
YOU ARE READING
petrichor.
Поэзияa collection of mediocre poems written during spanish class for the most part ©2017-2018 MINHTEA