How forever works
The soft tick of snow
landing in its own body–
what was left of time.
It then took every voice
to the ground with it.
In a way it listened to me
but also took me down.
However the world
remembered us,
it did so quietly, inside
a dying memory. Love me
anyway.
– from The New Yorker
landing in its own body–
what was left of time.
It then took every voice
to the ground with it.
In a way it listened to me
but also took me down.
However the world
remembered us,
it did so quietly, inside
a dying memory. Love me
anyway.
– from The New Yorker