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: Click to share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Click to share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to 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.