Of Age

Of Age

Yvette Young

A memory of the time when you still lived in my reflection
Through this line of treason, I sought space
Stay where you are

Your photos were everything
Denial, comforting the vastness of this loss
And dreaming I found peace
We’ve grown apart
But it still stings to carve your name

A vacant house
A silent life
Your swollen eyes shut
You’re skin and bone
Being gets put off

Of Age


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