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[sun-square-moon]

You told me the flames were dying. And for once, I believed you.

[sun-square-moon]

cold as you leave me

like an ice cube on the counter

taking notes

forever yours

the long sighs -

expediting the process

observing the way I melt

faster with every breath

you savor

your own departure

and make me freeze again

smaller now

the quiet stare -

making me pause

more Parts of me are gone

Forever. Yours.

[sun-square-moon]

So foreign to my soul

Is the language of letting you go

All the bits and pieces

Linger

Like razors on my tongue

That cut so deep

Let me pour you a cup

As you watch

With your cold, dead eyes

And that blank, blank stare

Drink up, lover

Be brave, you say

As you swallow me hole

Just to taste me bleed out

[sun-square-moon]

November drapes herself in smoke and sighs,

bare trees tracing shadows against gray skies,

and I am caught in a silken web—

a glimmering dream on a silver thread.

The air tastes of frost-kissed decay;

as the last of the leaves dance high above,

I breathe you in, a quiet warmth,

and reach for you as Autumn fades.

[sun-square-moon]

Your silence is a slow river,

soft enough to soothe me,

but cold enough to turn my hand to stone.

I press against the absence, but there’s nothing to hold.

You move like moonlight in a locked room—

near enough to brush my longing,

far enough to leave it raw,

a bruise that blooms and fades unseen.

I call back the light I offered you,

tighten my love like a cord pulled taut—

yet I linger, quietly tethered,

in the place where I’m lost and found.

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a golden flame burning bright

twinkling at twilight

he strides with grace

in a celestial chase

across the heavens, vast and wide

where stars and stories collide

a herdsman’s charm

as the dusk transforms

and evening’s seam

rounds up a timeless dream

collecting echoes of the past

until he sets at last.

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[sun-square-moon]

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I'll tell you how the Sun rose —

A Ribbon at a time —

The Steeples swam in Amethyst —

The news, like Squirrels, ran —

The Hills untied their Bonnets —

The Bobolinks — begun —

Then I said softly to myself —

"That must have been the Sun"!

But how he set — I know not —

There seemed a purple stile

That little Yellow boys and girls

Were climbing all the while —

Till when they reached the other side,

A Dominie in Gray —

Put gently up the evening Bars —

And led the flock away —

Emily Dickinson

[sun-square-moon]

Loving you is a universal truth that was somehow embedded in my DNA as if I’ve been branded by your frequency.

[sun-square-moon]

You said I could squeeze your heart again and again and never break it. And I thought to myself, you could break my heart again and again and never lose me.

[sun-square-moon]

I watch and I will

dark green ivy growing

up and around

your cold, stone walls

and your stone-cold ways

kept alive by light aligned

like Sun Dagger on Solstice

but every morning, every night,

and a million times a day

[sun-square-moon]

– Audrey Hepburn

[sun-square-moon]

Pulled like tides

Highest highs

Lowest lows

And agony

in-between

disguised

as calm waters