Boomerang

Tried to be without it for a while

Didn't quite feel alright

But then it had to happen again

Oh look at that sight!

-A (quick) poem describing how not taking selfies for a long time boomerangs.
Yep, I'm crazy like that.

winks,
Quing

shhh.

there's silence so piercing
even crickets are listening

oh.
give thee a melody ever soothing

like white noise
or any tinkering

something, anything.

just not
the lubdub

of thine heart
racing.


Eunica070715

Somewhere in my skin where your fingerprints lie, now slowly washed off.

    In my ears where your whispers linger, now almost hushed.

    In my mind where vivid memories of you rest, now somewhat blurred.

Somewhere between now and the future where you refused to stay,

             it has dawned on me.

Here where you left, the realness of me and your vacancy,

           I now embrace.

Eunica

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