Once, he told me throw the egg at the tree.
He pointed, “There,” and threw one himself.
The egg weighed in my hand. Him waiting for me.
I threw. Trust to him and fear off its shelf.
Golden by birthright, his heart and his soul.
He bloomed without boundaries; carefree perfection.
He loved like a mother as if was his role.
He hand built his world; to him a small action.
Dreamt of him last night , it’s been a while
Robins blue eggshell: color of his eyes
They captured his mind and carelessness; fragile
Forgot to count the cracks, weakened though wise.
I should’ve grasped while others took their piece.
His hair without color signaled withdrawal.
I never made promises; free for release.
But, I'd told him “Don’t worry I won't let you fall.”
I picture the tree to which the eggs were thrown.
Where he’d thrown his trust back and now hung alone.
Oct 30, 2024
Oct 30, 2024 at 1:29 PM UTC
Once, he told me throw the egg at the tree.
He pointed, “There,” and threw one himself.
The egg weighed in my hand. Him waiting for me.
I threw. Trust to him and fear off its shelf.
Golden by birthright, his heart and his soul.
He bloomed without boundaries; carefree perfection.
He loved like a mother as if was his role.
He hand built his world; to him a small action.
Dreamt of him last night , it’s been a while
Robins blue eggshell: color of his eyes
They captured his mind and carelessness; fragile
Forgot to count the cracks, weakened though wise.
I should’ve grasped while others took their piece.
His hair without color signaled withdrawal.
I never made promises; free for release.
But, I'd told him “Don’t worry I won't let you fall.”
I picture the tree to which the eggs were thrown.
Where he’d thrown his trust back and now hung alone.