Sunday, September 3, 2017

Always Be--Black Series

Sunset 
comes once 
again.
It's frail
delicate 
hand
on 
my cheek.

Sunlight
against an
ever
changing sky.
Its
face
reflecting me.

Nighttime
is all
crave tho.
Shadows
along
my walls.

Reminders
of what
is
to become.
You
and 
me
finally alone.

Foretold
are these
memories.
Of
who
I'll
always be. 

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