
Handmade Aching
When you know why it ended but the space between souls still aches.
POEMPAINTING
Ene Grance Tellechea


Once upon a time
our paths had crossed
electric love, far from tame
only ashes now,
no more us in sight.
Once upon a time it was,
and now, years have passed.
Ghosts took you away,
Heard you call from the sky.
Once upon a time,
forever was promised
my whisper,
your blow,
our stars will forever align.
Just come back alive,
and hold my hand.
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