It’s not love.
You turn away
Paper air planes flit to the ground
I do not seek to regain contact
You were gone long before
I said hi.
The planes are burning now.
Ash coats my gingers
Collects on the eyelids of
My dreams, dry tears
Spilling from empty
Non-verbal lies.
It’s about time
We pulled that castle down.
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