Monday, August 31, 2020

to no one in particular (poem)

Sometimes I think of those days
of our days
the wistful feeling is unwelcome
nostalgia
a memory that causes pain
there's no way back
not that I'd go
we fell away
it was for the best
I think
I know we didn't work
but I've never been good at fortune telling
reading the stars
always comes out wrong
I'm glad we had our time
though it's long over.

-Zero

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