he is a river;
running through my thoughts and burning through the trees
giving life to emerald leaves and deepening the flowers' bloom
and isn't it funny who i don't even know who i am writing to?
fields
of apricot petals
making me marvel at the
sea of cream clouds ;
i am writing to
infinity, i decided.
i am writing to free the serendipity of remembering to be glad
i've known you ;
no i am not saying goodbye
but i /no matter how hard i try to forget
the teal supernovas or
the clouds you made me fly upon ;
past city sky limits and into
fields below full of
time,
why did i crave
attention even
though i knew you'd
be with her, i'll never know.
i guess i just liked the sound of your smile too much.
