Project: Inkwell Poets Society

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How do I tell you love you too?

When the words are too large

and encompass more than imaginable

high on wings of light we soar

Above the clouds

through the land that forgot time

and the communication across dimensions

dwindles each day

like the last glimpse

of a shooting star

Tell me what does it mean to wish?

Old tales spun like the fray of a faded scarf

repeated and reframed until they are eventually forgotten

Left away, to dust and decay

with dried flowers on a mantle and

memories collecting dust,

I have made me whole when

you left just a husk