Thoughts

thoughts

I cannot stop thinking…

 

…atoms that were you

are different things

now…

 

…the fog hanging

still and grey above

the turning Earth…

 

…the light that falls

like golden rain

and breaks like glass…

 

…the bones of babies

when they come

crying and unseeing

with fists clenched

tightly around

the memories everyone

forgets…

 

…the stardust that

drifts down when

I am walking to

nowhere…

 

…in the wind whose

voice sounds like yours…

 

I can’t stop thinking…

 

…maybe I will hold you again…

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