goodnight
i opened my memory box last night.
dug my fingers through the worn papers.
feeling our past flurry through the tips of my fingers,
like kisses from a soft butterfly, delicate and afraid.
the memories so sweet, so sad as well.
my dear, let the memories say goodnight, and put them away.
*****
The end. Yes, I purposely capitalized nothing. This was to show innocence, and feeling. Yes, this is the end. I will probably write another poetry book, I always do, but I am going to take a break for a while, focus on my stories. Be sure to check out my new joint account with @pham234. It is called @Sight_Mind. We have posted our new book, there is one (another to be posted today) chapter, so please go read it! Also check out my book Starlight, and my short story Eleven!
Thank you for taking this journey with me.
~Eliza
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