Date Published: January 19, 2023
Time Published: 9:13 AM
Category: Poetry
Theme: Heartsickness
A windowsill,
Slightly parted curtain,
The crack, illuminated by a lonely light.
Not entirely darkness,
Not much happiness tonight.
For those were the nights—
When you couldn't talk me out of my tears,
When we couldn't fix the rupture,
That began from my fears.
When my forlorn frame basked in the moon's melancholy,
And the curtain couldn't quite hide me.
Under the moonlight instead,
In the midst of the loneliness that I wanted—
I pushed the curtains aside,
And tearfully tossed in bed.
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