We Once Owned the Sky
Darling, your lips hold
the last poem of a dying star
we once stormed with wishes.
With the luxury of innocence
we raced toward tomorrow
as if we could own eternity.
Now in this galaxy of empty moons
reality swallows the echo of promises.
We are a falling flame that doesn’t burn.
How curious it is love can draw us close enough to trust goodbye.
©Susie Clevenger 2019
I used Kerry's prompt Kerry Says ~ Let's Find Our Poetic Voice to write my poem.