Sunburst star rise
slit eyes, summer
sunrise
Your scent breezes through
like September…
with fingertips chilled like
Boston Decembers
You’re the last
thought
I thought
I’d remember.
A suspended sunrise,
who can surmise
such beauty?
Your voice rings–
a resounding cacophony
Do you remember me?
I crossed bridges of
broken eternity.
Do you believe in
me?
A broken foreshadow,
A shattered name
resembling mine.
Umbra transfusion,
She glimmers brighter
than my shadow
self.
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