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[moonishlips]

an elegy
poem | i don't miss people until years later when i'm somewhere doing something that i normally do with them and am thinking, hey, where are they and suddenly it dawns on me that they're gone, they aren't coming back, and i am absolutely powerless to do anything to change it.
so r.i.p. baby. i'll miss you forever and i won't forget again. i promise.



There's a cresent on your forehead
and it's reflecting all the sunrays
and burning holes into the white walls
burning holes into our dead
your hands are blank paper
and I memorize the lines
and the pale gaps in between them
the eraser burns along your thighs -

and there are handprints on the screendoor still
where you last layed your hands back in may
I line my hands with the image
and hope the warmth I leave will stay

and I don't know if you hear it
with the burning in your mind
burning holes into the trees tops
and burning holes into my eyes
but there's a ringing in the background
that sounds a lot like 'goodbye'
but I won't take my hands off you
or take the shadows from your eyes
because you have skin that glows in the summer
and lines that give away your mood;
when we ran around in august
when we embraced the afternoons.