̶ ̶ xiv. THE STARS WERE MISSING YOUR EXISTENCE.
as if i've been in a dark cave following a dot of light for years, this night i had found myself out of breath, watching the speck of hope disappear within seconds. on the edge of giving up, you suddenly appear.
and even though you have now left me to this adventure for oneself, leaving me behind to find your own self worth where stars dance on your shoulders and the moon kisses you goodnight, wherever you are now, hear me out.
thank you for never leaving me alone with just my shadow.
[ to a friend who shook hands with death before saying goodbye,
i forgive you. ]
YOU ARE READING
soon.
Poetryxvi, april. (i). cotton mouth with a heavy heart. © playlist poetry h.r. : #47
