...surprisingly
it was sunny when
he said goodbye,
I expected rain.
For him, no strings.
his gazed altered,
for her still...
He let go of me
from up high,
the islands
are fading
the passing warmth
of an unsettling
sunset was as bright
as a gaping wound
many years had passed.
being dead. But
coming still...
relocating feelings
never.
gone
