when you go poetry these are you tears i’ve kept them in my jar of a memory to pour out on your ashes as you pass from this world to the next the imagery is unclear and thats how i want to remember you Share this: Share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on X (Opens in new window) X Like Loading...
This has one of those perfect zen feelings. Wistful and fleeting, but undoubtedly a gem.
good to hear.