“Where It Stays”
It moves without moving,
folding itself into walls, into skin.
Everything remembers it,
but no one holds it.
A shimmer, a breath turned solid,
the air tasting of distance.
It leaves,
but never fully.
Brendan Ragan
“Where It Stays”
It moves without moving,
folding itself into walls, into skin.
Everything remembers it,
but no one holds it.
A shimmer, a breath turned solid,
the air tasting of distance.
It leaves,
but never fully.
Brendan Ragan