Why did we stop flying
A poem about two people drifting apart
By Carlos ConceiçãoPublished about a year ago • 1 min read

graceful gestures
swinging and swimming
dancing colors flow above my head
you are always somewhere close to me
in the warm of the sun, the lightness of the clouds
in the trees moving with the wind, as a bird passing by
i just closed my eyes for an instant
and you're laying by my side
so quiet and cold
so pale and still
so tell me
why did you stop flying?
is it my eyes or is it you
or is it just the thing between us
so silent and grey
so desperately grey
could you just tell me
why did you stop flying?
you stopped flying for me
why did we fall?
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