i’m gone and i’m sorry.

but you’re not and that’s okay.

Photo by Marina Vitale on Unsplash

eyes dry. irises wither. the golden spark,

like honeysuckle, no longer prosperous

in the cascadia of sclera. i cannot water

motherland with baby tears that do not fall.

light no longer coruscates from within.

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writer | editor | poet | all things personal development ↠ alaynadoyal.com ♡

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