Stones in my pocket, dirt on my face, in my lungs
I couldn't quite respond when you first smiled at me
Such pale eyes, you sat in your blue room
among wilted wildflowers & bamboo out the window
I felt so perfectly awkward, shy as a child
Reading in the corner, the silence spoke for us
You smile for wind chimes & laugh at the sunrise
Took my hands & traced your tattoos with bitten fingernails
Sparrows in black & white, held me there between collar bones, rising & falling
Held me when I slept, somehow our dreams were in step in the morning
I write this today, the bamboo long gone, your touch a memory
From a blue room, nothing more than paint chips on the floor
Perfect days wasted between your pale arms, somehow I
can't forget them