January 11, 2025Poem
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.