I wouldn’t change a thing
I’ve no story to tell only a poem to share
borrowed from a friend of a friend
a past reminiscence
from a long ago saturday night
it was a moonless sky
no stars and no promises
only a bloodless pact
designed to make you immortal
I should have known or maybe I did
the light in your eyes
was different than all the rest
fragile like existence itself
august two thousand nineteen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved
beautiful
Thank you, Beth!