there’s no one here, everyone
has wandered away
you said not without a hint
of wistful sadness falling off
your words
i had to laugh as you softly
gasped for air. i wonder if you
recognize your footprints in the
earth, hot on the trail of that
last soul standing
starry night in a reflection
- Oct. 12, 2024, 12:13 a.m.
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