i dug up our grave

half of the expression

in the coffin was a phantom, one who yearned for the halves
our voices resurfacing through amusing recordings of airplane turbines and talk
talk
yes that’s what we did and more
the bedside table book vibe you spoke of engulfing my room
red panda, golden, lia, corgi
magical melodic music
the 아홉 circles
that was your world
and I was let in
a young nostalgia indeed
what три hours got me
makes me wonder what the rest would