i love the stillness of midnights.
silent ruffles drunk on sadness
setting off; a firestorm of
nostalgia,
intrigue,
courage.
consumed by poetry
I teeter beyond the walls of
sanity,
comfort,
phobias.
what do I do of the keepsakes?
i simply bury them
in the stillness of midnights
at the exact middle of overskies
not ahead
not beyond
just there, dug up in precision
the dimensions of the grave
not an inch less
not an inch more
positioned under the bougainvillea
cause mistletoes are meant for lovers
and we weren’t lovers;
the midnight and I.
I am participating in NaPoWriMo 2021. 30 days. 30 Poems.
Recommended Read : Shadows of Dishevelled Fates
Picture Credit – Annie Spratt
