And gravity unwraps the careful packaging of youth;
In the mercy of moments that dawn perpetually.
When you quit pressing weekdays into weeks,
And I stop scraping flotsam into heaps,
We’ll come together in the unmapped dark
And shine our flashlights at the moon.
That is a lovely poem. Every line is evocative of the profound aspects of love and life.
ReplyDeletethat is absolutely lovely! and you are a pro at finding me parts, no pun on the part i swear!
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