We are more then a midsummer dream, I swear. We are more then what I have left- a green shirt with an inside joke that washed off too easily one blurry photo a longer-then-it-should-have been note in the pen that never smudged We are something too big to hold. Tapping morse code of our own…
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A poem I wrote after I was broken up with by my best friend
skin to sky
A short poem reflecting on the loss of a romantic partner as cosmic phenomena.
