I go first, you go second..

Your words feel like a descent into something raw and honest, painful, yet familiar. There's beauty in how you’ve captured that ‘sickly comfort’... it lingers. I felt each line like a quiet echo in the dark. Thank you for sharing something so deep.

Your ashes smell like roses,
I missed my favorite slow kiss,
It reminds me how you’d become frozen,
When winter never left your lips…

It’s silence that’s the most golden,
When the noise has grabbed ahold,
And the reason that we’re so open,
To that future that doesn’t exist…

I look for you
Lonely still.

Y'all supposed to add to the poem 🫠