A void of sun, floating in this shineless cavern
holding on to the grip as I held to the notion you would return
to find me
to relieve and relive
the cool spring of our friendship
upon which we lifted
and hovered weightless
at one point in time, ascending
upward and nearing an illumination
that felt like you
and I cherished that hope as a yard void of insects
A continued affliction
that makes your smaller
to mean less
and meaningless
until the limbs
over-extended and distant
from the teasing invitation
so close to memory and artery
now fancies itself artillery
threatening the mote
thinning
weightless
suspended
Poetry and whatever else comes to mind based on my #icprompts on Instagram!
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