Thursday, April 30, 2015


A Future That Will Never Come
By Lyla Sommersby

Suspended here
suspended between stars
with nothing
but the shards of a ship
to grasp
to hold on to

I raise one hand
for you
for all that we had
for all that we've lost
for all the memories
we'll never get to share
in a future
that will never come.

I raise one hand
I swallow my last tear
swallow my last whisper
my last breath
and float
just float

thinking only of you
thinking only of you.

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I am a student in Miami, Florida. Painting is my other love. My first book, Sketches of Someone, is available through Thunderune Publishing.

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