We knew every season.
She was there year long,
I was gone all the time.
It's saddening,
the way she talks to the moon
while I walk with it.
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Bodies in My Closet
PoetryAnother attempt, perhaps another failure. no. 1 #spilledink 11.05.2024 no. 1 #unloving 11.05.2024
IV
We knew every season.
She was there year long,
I was gone all the time.
It's saddening,
the way she talks to the moon
while I walk with it.
