Still

Tayama

The blackness returns as he knows it will

 

His shame lays there like a long overdue bill

 

His posture goes slack

 

She touches his back

 

Her long, fine hair brushes his shoulder blade

 

His sadness fades a little, under her gaze

 

She says…It will pass, as it always will

 

And I will love you because of it…still

 

 

  • Author: Tayama (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 23rd, 2020 16:21
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