orangegerberas
poetry. terse, whimsical vignettes of love and dubious remorse.
09 April 2020
submerged - I
from "you are my world"
to "you were my world"
there is a space so vast
I can't navigate it yet -
not through the ocean
of our endless tears
if we can stop crying
I might stop drowning.
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