2/28/2022 mourning periodmay I take a moment to mourn?
a silent grieving for a life I wanted so viciously, just not with you. heaven would have been rocking chair sunsets, sweet tea in the summer and tall grass by the water, a peach tree paradise shrouded by angel oaks. how inelegant it seems to have to bury it all. my victorian on the coast will be laid to rest in my memory, along with vows that never left the paper and a ring that never left the box. here lies the blueprints of a life that was never mine and a beautiful fantasy wrongfully promised to me. may the Atlantic fog lose it for good and roll in far enough to take the tears. Comments are closed.
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