my smile
was
torn
from her hand

she wears it in her palms

they tried to fabricate me feel

by writing the word palm

from here to your closest tree

here in lies my palm

as the breeze brushes through your hair
we feel you here
we watch you through the tree tops
first bird we hear
in
the
morning

sings its tune




from me from you
to you

from our first glance


to our last kiss

our last kiss

this will

never happen

you are my first
and only kiss



we write and
because we
just
remembered

an
then
she
loved me

last line was
for
my
smile
?















...
..
.