you'd like to say
that when you left,
my life became
but a twilight
of my past existence -
that you left me
and my life became
not even worth living
(a slow decline, a downhill).
but what i forgot
to mention is that
(while i might've became a twilight,
waning just a little day by day)
my spirits were like a phoenix,
and my twilight is just a glimpse
at the fiery passion you're yet to see.
YOU ARE READING
a year full of life
Poesíaa collection of uncategorized poems from the year 2020. some are from various poetry prompt lists on instagram.