where souls spill over

and fill the empty spaces

By Sara LittlePublished 12 months ago • 1 min read

i held you close

until you seeped between the cracks

and bled your soul into mine

not a loss, but a becoming—

your laughter settling in my bones,

your breath stitching into mine,

until I could no longer tell

where you ended and I began—

like dusk unraveling into night

Writer and high school English teacher seeking to empower and inspire young creatives, especially of the LGBTQIA+ community

Gregory Payton12 months ago
Your laughter settling in my bones, for sure a sign of love. Wonderful love poem. Well Done!!!