It’s dark.
You exhale a fist of memory.
I love you like weathering wood
in a room of empty pianos.
When you return to something you love,
it’s already beyond repair.
You wear it broken.
You exhale a fist of memory.
I love you like weathering wood
in a room of empty pianos.
When you return to something you love,
it’s already beyond repair.
You wear it broken.
━ James L. White, from “Lying in Sadness” in The Salt Ecstasies (via tokiwoki)
(Source: proustitute, via freedomandjesus)