By Vanessa Walters
gently, speak
are we longing
for the same days
in our own worlds,
it must be a dry sun
and nothing new, but
I imagine there might be
sometimes a cold chill
when the moon comes
or when a thought brings
you back, I wonder
if the evenings are darker
without a plan, and
how much comfort
is in a mother’s care.
I wonder how long
the days might feel
if I was only still
Author:
Vanessa Walters is a visual artist and writer, born in Malta, grew up in Oxford, and currently living in London. Her other work can be seen at www.vanessawalters.xyz. Follow her on Twitter @vanessa_walters and Instagram @walters.vanessa.
This piece is a part of DISTANCED 2.0.
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