There are dreams of former glories,
recorded here
in the silent autumns we once drew
with our hands and eyes
tangled up in aching moons.
I am melting with the memories that move,
that shoot reflections through my fingers.
[tiny blue dot connected electric energies]
And my only wish is for you
to breathe
in this beauty that is all around me,
dripping from the lights I fear
will one day shine right through me.
But you’re not here to bend the earth,
to pluck the rainbows
from their roots anymore.
[You’re not here anymore.]
I will never forget the pulses
we etched
in the heart of one another,
and the volumes we would thread,
setting sail across infinite nights.
I promised you letters on the breeze.
I hope this grants you wings.
-I miss you.
Silver trophy winner
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