these reflections i see one is of you and of me i am led to them on my path my fixed gaze of love and wrath all seen in the puddles by my feet they're drying up just as we meet it all leads to these couplets i write and mindless whispers in the night
your love, sent to me five months past may one day, you decided that you were renewed your will took my colors and made them gray people found in spaces not mine lovers made out of shadows you stole what do i do with all the mistakes you made
i dashed through a field of poppies only to fall asleep in your arms i awoke to the whispering flowers they told me where you'd gone i asked if you'd return someday they said "she isn't far" and though i could see you fields away playing merrily i could not reach you for you had been made new