"I used to love September, but now it just rhymes with remember."
-Dominic Riccitello
— Louise Glück Epithalamium from "Descending Figure.”
Oh how painful it is to realise how much I love you and to look at your charming eyes just to realise they don't have the love for me anymore
― Jack Kerouac
And their are the cold nights where I miss you a little more, my inside crumbles and the heart cries.
Brenna twohy from Swallowtell //Sanna Wani, “Who is the Sun, Asking for Sleep?”, My Grief, the Sun // Fortesa Latifi, from The Truth About Grief.