vestige of my name
you call faintly
facing my vanishing back
i'll catch a glimpse while you don't
i heard while i gaze
you at my periphery
facing your fading voice
i can't hear a single thing
surroundings paint-all-white
wounded reds of you—i bleed alone
if there's a reason i'll call back
it's when you are away
von frederick
October 05, 2023
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Pieces of Moonbeams
PoetryPieces of Moonbeams | 2023 This poetry collection contains proses & proses woven from my heart. Pieces here are a part of me. Stained by longing, love, grief, hurt, happiness, and any other available emotion I could profoundly describe. -- I am rel...
