goodbye.
we mourn―
over the milk we
already spilled
the decisions we
already decided
the trust we
already broke.
only to watch us
both do.
---
Our Burning, Torn Desire
[13-05-2021]
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
