while the
trees will dry
while the
sky will fall
while the
mankind will die
will you sit
next to me
as i cry
tears of misery
as i regret the actions
i never took
as i look down at the places
we never travelled
as i miss the people
turned into stars
as we finally
sleep under rocks
carved with our names
as we finally look
over at the world
with the people we left
and as when we finally
tear apart and
turn into someone new.
through it all?
---
The Journeys to Come
[21-05-2021]
YOU ARE READING
The Moon
Poetry── here's to thinking about the days went by, writing you, The Moon. [ a poetry collection | ongoing ] ⟶ angelus brooklyn
