Oct 2015
She was sunlight,
incarnate,
before I became a forest of trees,
I was a blade of grass,
she dared to love me,
but found it too great a task,
left for greener pastures,
leaving a wake of fire and ash,
and still on sad days I look for warmth
in the footsteps,
of her path.
incarnate,
before I became a forest of trees,
I was a blade of grass,
she dared to love me,
but found it too great a task,
left for greener pastures,
leaving a wake of fire and ash,
and still on sad days I look for warmth
in the footsteps,
of her path.
I stumbled upon pictures of my ex and I together. It felt weird to see us both so happy, and felt strange to think about how I've changed and grown since there. Yet I still remember those intimate moments, the quiet way she would look at me and crinkle her nose. Freckles and blond hair, summer sand. Summer sand indeed. She's like that you know what I mean. You grasp a handful and watch it slip away even through closed fists.
