weeping willows

Noah Kurzenberger Grade 8

your spectral remnants linger so quietly the graceful dance devoid of greed a one not seeming the lying kind one shameful mind i fnally read all those words you’ve never said that same warm smile across your face desecrating to all we meant to be your litany of lies collapse in my arms the grasp swiftly loosens as once I break free falling i am, beginning to sink waning away with every shy blink drowning in this longing endless sea only you can help me breathe as i run from this moonlight your thoughts pierce my skin the lights of this world begin to dim the end appearing to be just you and me your hand in my hand as we fnally fee