Amelia knelt by the side of her bed
and asked about mortality
The response
was so overwhelming
that she cried for days
I always thought she had all of the answers
besides trivia of course
Amelia sucked at that.
I suppose she sucked at this, too.
We sat quietly on the steps of building 43S
on a cold winter’s night
radiant with snowfall
breath drifting like smoke
Amelia could always sense my yearning
to understand just who she was
And after some time
she finally looked me in the eyes
and said, “the sad thing about silence
is the lack of words to rhyme”
and then,
a tear drop formed.
Me: Forgetting that she hadn’t
much fondness for trivial pursuit
asked if she knows why
her tears don’t freeze
She didn’t answer
And we just sat there
without words
--J-boat, @TwoJ_Boat on Instagram , 9/3/2024
Theme : Self, Carpe Diam (Sieze the day) / Death
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