What I know of endings
has been unremarkable,
the way bruised bananas
rot overnight without
much fuss. Which is to say
I no longer dread it.
Over and over the moon
mutely relinquishes
its nightly reign.
I am still practicing
my goodbyes when I look up
to find you already gone.
Air calmly arranges itself
into your mold.
has been unremarkable,
the way bruised bananas
rot overnight without
much fuss. Which is to say
I no longer dread it.
Over and over the moon
mutely relinquishes
its nightly reign.
I am still practicing
my goodbyes when I look up
to find you already gone.
Air calmly arranges itself
into your mold.
By Norashiqin Toh
QLRS Vol. 15 No. 1 Jan 2016
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