An Afternoon in the Abyss
I wait for you
where the road splits in two,
I'm forced to remain
uncertain which path is mine,
yet certain you will come.
I will open my abyss for you,
not as a prison,
but as a place to rest:
for an afternoon so perfect
it could outlast time.
I know, as every moth must know,
that the flame is its destiny:
even though the light was never made
for moths.
Copyright © Abir Sawran | Year Posted 2025
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