~Fallow~ -
Dark Angel - 26-01-2026
How foreign your presence now
pressed between pages
of days we no longer open
like a phantom weight
not imagined
just misplaced
like the pull of a watch
no longer on the wrist
or a door left ajar
after the house has settled
Even when I see you
the moment carries a draft
as if we’re standing
where something once leaned
and the air hasn’t learned
a new shape yet
© Dark Angel
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RE: ~Fallow~ -
Charlotte - 07-02-2026
I can always recall how she used to be.
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