Aurora Magazine 2019

Some days the sun hits your perch just right, and I can almost see you laying there Basking in the heat of the afternoon sun Then I blink and you’re gone. Weeks pass with no sight or reminder, and I think I’m okay Until I look down and see a token of your love on my sleeve

Glossy black and tan waving eagerly And my heart breaks all over again. One day I’m going to stop finding your hair on my clothes.

Sevy Mask Deckard

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