Lately, you've vanished from my dreams
Left me on the rooftop with empty skies
Seeing myself in the flickering warmth
What's left of it --- in hand
Remembering the voices of the dead
It is my kingdom of graves
I brush my fingers along the shrines
Wondering if it's just me
Finally looking away
YOU ARE READING
All My Memories Are Digital
PoetryA critical look of the past, filled with internal monologues, that tries not to be needlessly wordy or complicated.
