{22/30}
4.09.18
childish times
“take care,” comes the whisper from
my phone, final words in a conversation
i hated. it couldn’t be over, no, no,
it feels like we’re still catching sunshine
on our palms, the taste of light and
cheerfulness gracing our tongues.
sweet like the honey dripping from
a golden bottle, that child-like wonder
of a world that hadn’t buried dreams
i find them now, squinting at the broken,
discolored shattered pieces hidden
by years of disuse, sunk into the sand.
i piece together those cherished remains,
happiness rising to fight against the
developing despair as “goodbye” arrives.
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