MaxwellSmaart
Visiting hours were for family only; I lied I was his sister. Goodbyes weren't my specialty, and I always feared the worst...
My heart
a carcass;
empty, aching:
destroyed.
Sweeping up years of loss,
I close my eyes
thinking back
for the last time.
Moving on.
Size doesn't matter, I say. After all, our solar system is one of millions, the Milky Way is a spec of dust, and the universe is ever expanding. Yet, here we are, leaving marks and making differences, even if only in our own little spec of dust.
Poetic speech fills the room, pours from her lips like punch. She tells me, "Don't think the sky's the limit when there are footprints on the moon."
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