he texted when the stars were kissing the night sky goodbye and the moon whispering hope. so I smiled, after a long while and my face ached.
i wondered how he was that day, so i told him about the sunset in his eyes and the sadness on his fingertips.
he said it was life, with sadness heavy on each alphabet. so i ran my fingertips on the edges of his heart until the sun kissed the horizon with a new beginning.
he was gone, just like sunset.
i wish he'd know that he was more than those sunset eyes. he was a constellation full of love, hope, goodness and life.
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Half a heart
Poetryif tomorrow comes, tell them, she loved me like there was no tomorrow [ lower-case intended for aesthetic purposes ]
