When the light fades
and footsteps melt in
the distance
What’s left
is the wish that lingers
on the tip of your
tongue —
A storm in a teacup.
18/10/2024
When the light fades
and footsteps melt in
the distance
What’s left
is the wish that lingers
on the tip of your
tongue —
A storm in a teacup.
18/10/2024