He said he was not a poet
—but I swear—
I’ve never seen anyone
grab basic words
and move me to a degree
where I actually feel special.

The way that he sees me:
like I am some sort of
blazing sun in the ephemeral
moments that our gazes meet
when we’re used to inhabiting
nothing other than darkness


I just know that the day he leaves…
I’ll never recover.


© Distilled Melancholy

Art: Moon Princess by TaijaVigilia

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