In love,
Whispers of you waltz in my sky
Mental dances of eternal stains of you imbued in my mind
Sometimes I’ll swing with you
I think I’m okay with that
To memory,
On earth the veils are closing
But curtains are sheer even if they’re made of a decade of rock
Glimpses of you shine through the cracks
Forcing me to breathe you in when I see your light
I grieved.
In love,
To memory.
Synesthesia shapes and colors inspired by Lorde, “what was that”.
