It was September
I didn’t miss the sunsets, I remember
An invisible road opened up
A glitch in time
Or was it the chemical?
The air rushed past
And like everything, it didn’t last
Here I stood,
wishing to drown in them
The place where it all began
The place where I had to learn,
All over again
the thing called parting.
As a person who’s intimately with the process of parting, I can easily say that I’ve never been able to describe it quite so beautifully
So glad to hear it!