your bones break like seeds
in the springtime
and left me wishing to be
more fertile soil
water knows you well
and i know the sun
because i have tasted it
i have heard it
in a language i can feel on my cheeks
and when winter fell around our ankles
that language had died
like somehow my tongue
never made it past 10 years old
and frozen telephone poles
like it had never known the warmth
of your name
the summer of your eyes
your always spirit and never temper
your heart beat that changes the seasons