The Watermarks Across My Skin #9

There was always the way the leaves

Whispered and spun across the grass as

The moon looked down steadily,

Waiting.

And I saw it every day but

It never stopped reminding me of how

You watched me spiral out of control

Without saying a word.

Sometimes we lose ourselves in moments like that;

I’ll always make the worst of them.

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