as i laid watching the stars next to you,
for the very first time i truly believed
that the essence of your very being
was indeed the handiwork
of the atoms from fallen stars
and in that moment
i did not know whether to be more in awe
of the constellation above my head
or the living, breathing one, beside me
YOU ARE READING
noceur
PoetryIf you were about to leave this planet, what would you say, and who would you say it to? In this book of my poems, that I wrote almost exclusively in the young hours of days when insomnia ruled my life. This is how I speak my truth. If I were about...
