Divergent Suns

Lyndsay L
2 min readFeb 28, 2021

Let you go, must I — A poem

Photo by Emma on Unsplash

Sitting here in the light of day
in my thoughts, alone, you stay

when the strings flowing from my breast
are drawn to the rhythmic beating in your chest.

Thoughts of you make my synapses dance
but neither fate nor muse let us have that chance.

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