So now what
We've arrived at this big moment
I reached out to you and you reached back
For a moment, I felt like I could hold your hand
But now, silence
Yet the silence isn't in melancholy
It's strangely fine
The silence doesn't worry me somehow
I feel like it's right for the time being
Containing us
Continuing on our own paths of growth
Pixels not of perfection
Passages of our stories
Sprouting from the tree of destiny
Things we do
We do as it is written
Will you come
Back
Will you leave, assuredly?
Only
Time can tell us
Time will determine this for us
And in regards to time?
you are worth mine
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Two Five Nine
PoesíaA collection of poems , all written at midnight during the Covid-19 Pandemic. Streams of consciousness, ranging from all ends of the emotional spectrum.
