Monday, April 13, 2026

everything to nothing (silver ship)

I was loved 
so tremendously
It became nothing 
Collapsed on itself
Like a wormhole
I hope he remembers 
how my hands 
felt In his 
How i licked my favorite spots 
I hope he feels me at night
While he watches the moon from his truck 
I hope I surface through the noise 
He overdoses in 
Amd he thinks of me 
When he needs to stay calm 
A lighthouse 
An anchor
An eternal open palm 
A widow at the window 
Calling the lost sailor home 


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