9/4/2021 the alps foreverone word from you
and I’d set out towards the alps. we could live forever like this, cracked lips, sun-bleached hair, olive skin, away from everything but the rolling hills, but this was always meant to be evanescent. you’ll soon forget my name, and the traces of you will be wiped from my lips. but years from now I’ll find sand in my hair and remember you. in silent conversations with my ceiling I’ll whisper to you, wherever you are, I would have stayed forever Comments are closed.
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