𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆; 𝑎 𝑝𝑜𝑒𝑚

she had electric sparks in her eyes, wounds in her heart and a smile that cries.

on a misty night, they crossed their sight; hazel orbs and azure gaze met, stirred and bright

“thank you” she said, despite thinking she did not deserve to be saved

her quivering breath wound up on his golden lashes, as his voice raised:

“are you okay?”

and when she softly brushed his jaw, both of their distress slipped away

"i had a dream last night, about a broken soul that needed to be salvaged; but now I realize, it was you all along” ;

her whisper pushed their lips 𝑡 𝑜 𝑔 𝑒 𝑡 𝘩 𝑒 𝑟