January 11, 2024Poem

An empty sky

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An empty sky

Easy to fall into

As blue as it ever was

I fell as deep

As a griever’s sorrow

Plunged further than

A widow's peak

Gathered into it

Held in a warm embrace

The heat of it

Caressing my skin

The feel of it

Smooth as a baby

Newly born

There is no coming back

Swallowed whole

I am lost to it still

A dreamers sky

Waiting for nightfall

And the magic of stars.