Moments written upon tattered pages
Absorbing the last drops of ink.
Her melancholy spirit seeing
The threads of tomorrow
Unravel along the edges.
Hearing the words from those
She loved whispering, “Close your eyes.”
Refusing to wait for twilight;
Deciding to watch the sun
Disappear, within the fading skies.

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Writer. Artist. Sleepless Blogger. Wrestling junkie. Comic-Book Nerd. Every moment is a story View all posts by David W. Jones