Leonell EchaNovember 19, 20221min1220

Fading butterflies

absence reminds me of you,
the preceding itches that follow a pain
whenever I remember how we became

the receding emotions
like a plotted graph with a missing axis
absence reminds me of you

of an undying desire
a light, a euphoria, a scented spell-like
the preceding itches that follow a pain.

of all that was promised
your goodbye doesn’t hurt as it should
whenever I remember how we became

I left our poems in a box
drew the curtain on all we ever felt
narrated all your deeds to the moonlight.

it was a clear silhouette
a story that never should have begun
I left our poems in a box.

The dust in my belly is memories
they entail the goodbyes and sundowns that
drew the curtain on all we ever felt.

everyone knew of our shipwreck tales,
the unfinished earth of us was known cause the night
narrated all your deeds to the moonlight.

Tomide Abdul x Ruddapoet

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