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. Real Toads ~ Play it Again! With Real Toads