@Julsijuls 14 May 2021 more from that month

[ a poem by Julsijuls ] In rooms of long ago where you stood— and held books trinkets from trips journals of journeys of secrets and kisses and love and despair; there I stand too during the hollow nights. When your chest of things of where your bones lay shine beneath night sky I weep, I cry and hope within my heart that all these you left with me you'd take as well to your grave. #ProseAndPoetry