Heyyy Everyone
Blog has moved here
Don’t judge me, I haven’t written in forever
Sometimes I think about you
It goes in a list
Starting with you
Going through all the
Frayed ends in between
The empty spaces
Of where everything
Once had been planted.
Uprooted; Gone West;
It was for the best,
You had said and yet
Still your single thread
Weaves through them all.
Suffocating them,
Making them almost
Insignificant.
Thing is, yours ends too.
After all of the
Sharpened voices and
Cutting words said,
After the promises
Broken, still scattered
All across the floor.
After all of the lies,
the cries, stiff goodbyes
No bang occurred.
No gunfire, no boom.
Just a wisp of wind
Gone without notice
A whisper, really
(How did this happen?)
Gone though, most surely.
