if the universe would grant me one thing…
i wish you loved me again
like before,
like the first time i offered you sunflowers,
when your eyes locked onto mine,
when you loved me // the most.

the flowers

they sit in this air, chilly;
the wind
it blows, yet, just as the flowers move

I feel it upon my hair

upon my face,
upon my blue feet;

The trees they ask
Do you like how I move?

I ask the same

and I hear no answer -

I never have, yet, I ask
again; again -

There is a wind
and I feel it the same as
the trees; the flowers -
I feel this wind and I will feel it again;

when I will feel it again

I know they love each other -
I can hear it
from the room across; those

muffled, rambling
conversations -
She takes the time
to talk
and he
takes the time to listen - laughter.

I'm sure they smiled, together -

I know they love each other, because
I can hear it, from here.

Smoke curls from the cup -
it swirls and dances in awe

Sunlight shines from Her hair -

Golden,
golden, golden -

is this Heaven?
I like to think
this is what it must be

I sit in this Sunlight -
bask in it - and I think
Heaven can't be as pretty
as this

All my life is buried here:
beneath the sky
that I once dreamt as heaven,

I now state as lies.

Words are etched
but are slated with time
never staying long enough to be said

so that I can make it mine.

I wish to see you again
but I realize this isn’t how it goes –
for to have you is a crime

but to have known you,
is where the beauty shows