you will see memories
Shaped like you
in skin and seed
I'm not over you
in sighs and whispers
in sighs and whispers
I hear them in my own voice
Mimicking on my cheeks
Tears you won't see
On this day I've revealed them
only to pillows and heart shaped clouds
only to pillows and heart shaped clouds
safe, tucked away as day dreams
as lovers who hope for more
transpire
I'm not over you
Poet of mundane
Trembler in the night
Who holds you now
Who keeps your words
In the silence of spring
The branch becomes blossom