27 | night
the air blurs,
the wind howls.
in this fading sunset,
slowly drifting away.
it crackles and whistles
as the tranquil night dawns
air flows through space
slowly creeping to the bone.
the cold lonely night
calls to the soul.
she misses him as she listens
to the silence, the rhythm
his words had touched her soul
his presence had warmed her heart
but now his name is gently released
through a breath of hers
tears touch those warm lips
and the night suddenly seems longer
as the darkness calls
her heavy lids barely hold
so she rests,
and becomes still.
she lets the pain, the sorrow, and the heartache
bury her as the night goes.
– a/n : writing in class again haha
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