quinta-feira, 7 de agosto de 2025

WE'RE BONES

we talked
we laughed
felt infinite 
we together used to be life.

now… just bone
bone in the air
bone in the way your name feels in my mouth
bone in every memory I can’t burn

silence hits different
it strips the skin, leaves only bone

is love the most beautiful thing?
or just the heaviest loss?

maybe we only see it
for what it was
when all that’s left
is bone.

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