before the sun slips

Yaira Ebanks
Sep 22
1 min read

visibly invisible

fading into your periphery

shattered mirrors collected

scattered pieces of me

whispers carried through smoke

in a gentle breeze

a soft landing gray space

where I’ll always be

before the sun

slips into the horizon

visibly invisible

I hope you remember me

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