Perhaps One day
our love will d
                        r
                        i
           ­             p
Like rain from washed up gutters,
But perhaps, one day,
All of my love I've given,
Will be thrown into the air
Like flower petals
for our constellations.

F
o
r
m
i
n
g
into a puddle
Of mud and mulch,
Like the heart inside
My forever drained and washed
Out chest.