Past says final farewell,

To all things that make me unwell,

To all the hate I ever felt,

To all the love I never (held)

Goodbye,
and Farewell

Always will the sun
shine upon closed eyes until
we all learn to bloom.

slow, we walk and listen to the beach
whisper in salt and foam
as we get to know each other.

time trickles as you fill in
the picture frame standing on my dresser.
a spot just for you

even if i don't know it yet.