goodnight moon
i will see you tomorrow.
with the fading lily light,
i walk.
the lilac sky rests heavily on my shoulders
and presses my feet deeper into the souls of
my shoes.
she softshoe shuffles across the
furrows in my brow.
goodnight Chance
more like 'good bye'
maybe i will hear of your latest traipsing
years down the road.
man, this is disjointed
2 comments:
this is good. really good. and i think that it is true.
this is...so real.
if that makes any sense.
(also, i wrote about a lilac sky tonight as well, without having read this. odd.)
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