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what if I quietly disappeared one day just like your counterfeit love
what if I took off all my clothes and neatly folded them, even the gloves,
where we spent all those happy nights before you began screaming at me.
what if I raised my arms in absolution to Sycamore trees climbing eternity,
and then let myself be picked up on the breeze just like dandelion fluff
About the Creator
R.C. Taylor
Part-time daydreamer. Full-time dork.
Follow along for stories about a little bit of everything (i.e. adventure and other affairs of the heart).
My debut chapbook, Cognitive Dissonance, is out: https://forms.gle/oxkCRRpvwxvqtavK8
Comments (2)
Great job what a powerful piece
🙁🙁❤️. Beautiful and so achingly sad.