short-distance breakups
why's only long-distance glorified?
By Lucas RaePublished 3 years ago • 1 min read
Photo by Christopher Alvarenga on Unsplash
I still smoke at the places we went to like they're new.
I still walk the streets that you do.
We're the sun and the moon now, love
We illuminate the same spaces under the sky
Only never embracing,
never holding hands.
About the Creator
A Love Forboding
The chipped stone slope caused unbearable footing. I slid, skirting on my heels. I cast my shield, relinquishing my guard to stay upright. Left with my double-edge and a prayer to the maker, I skated toward my objective. The earthly stubble gave way to solid ground. I found myself restored, a trail of dust in my wake.
By James U. Rizzi4 days ago in Fiction
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