Astral Drizzle

“…And for each scar, a star falls from the sky to heal you”

She told him before they went to sleep

Kissed his forehead and smiled

 

20 years from now, he gets up from his empty bed

And counts the scars on his heart her absence left

So deep and so dear

He weeps under the full moon

And begs to summon the atoms of her soul

As he holds a bucket

Waiting for the rain of stars

 

© 2013 ALIA SULTAN

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