in my poetry: Let Go

let go✨

Before rainbows and the first rain, I knew you were gone but why does it feel as if a part of me has also left, this divorced reflection that claims my name, holding it in its cupped hands and not letting go, not letting me return except broken, my night

(poem and photograph by moby; photo taken at Kitty Hawk, North Carolina, USA) Sunrise, July 31, 2025