Dear Heart,
Marshmallow
As Halloween month is here, with cold nights and warm days, bright sunlight and endless heavy nights, the sacred weight of my devotion is deepening to the core. I speak to you with my soul, and my heart overwhelms at night in front of the moon. The stars witness the watery bulbs in my eyes that resist, to the core, coming out.
You are still a marshmallow in my hot chocolate. Each sip still tastes like you. These nights, stretched into eternity, and the winds dancing, bringing vibrant night colours to the sky, all recall you.
A mug of hot chocolate on this night, and the memories of what I once considered to be true, are all I am left with. Watching the hours swallowed by darkness and the shining stars, I leave a small door open for hope that one day, the chocolate will be smoothly melted, with extra marshmallows and cream on the top.
Until then, I will keep one marshmallow aside for you.
~Zara M.
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