your poetry
used to
speak of
her eyes;
crystal orbs
of hazy umber
as you crave
for her
cunning
glance
upon
your mundane
existence

your art
used to
capture
her hair;
the summer
threads of silk
every inch of which
you desired
to hold between
your fragile
fingers

your dreams
used to
remind you of
the way
her lips
curl to a smile;
you could only
wished
to be the one
behind it

she taught you
how to
crave
desire
and wish
i taught you
how to
compromise