the flowers have long wilted
the sun has risen and set
the moon has changed its faces
yet there she sits montionless
on this slow-moving evening
beneath the starless night sky
she thinks of what-ifs and what-could-have-beens
had she not left his side
hands wrapped around a ceramic cup
the comfortable silence of a settling house
the crackle of the stove starting up
a baritone voice asking, “What’s for breakfast?”
a back hug
a peck on the neck
two shadows slow-dancing
to the distant cooing doves
on this slow-moving evening
beneath the starless night sky
she thinks of endless warm mornings
of broken promises, last kiss, and lies
Two birthdays ago, one of my friends gifted me a set of Taylor Swift-themed bookmarks. I’ve decided to randomly pick one and integrate the word on my entries for this year’s NaPoWriMo.
Here’s my random musings for Day 2.
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