1000 Days Without You

Our separation
was the sound of a cannon
that splits soul from body.

That fear
was like stretching the impossible
until it breaks

—planes still terrify me,
even after all this time.
It’s a tailspin in my lungs,
like a gust,
like a sucker

It’s gone—
the wind

and you even washed the stars from the sky.

About Ry

It's so magical, it's gay.
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