Work Text:
and maybe
the leaves
all fade
into the fall…
when your head
is still spinning
into the
same wall.
and I picked up
the edges
of our pretty
picture.
I was the
strikeout
and you
were
the pitcher.
and maybe
this time
is just how
some things go...
we fade and
we fizzle
like the
ocean’s flow.
and I hope that
you’re happy
wherever you go.
and I hope that
you’re happy
wherever you go