Pearls and Feathers
Your gloves on the counter
and your hat
the smell of Channel no 5.
Your curls and your red lips,
it all was taken away from me.
Your unwritten letters,
those broken vinyls
are nothing but an empty box
on my bedroom floor.
Hidden between photos and high heels.
Forever resting
with all the promises and goodbyes
I never said to you.
- In memory of my moon sister-
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