you paint me in green
temporarily
delicately
softly
offering an expansive sanctuary
of memories i had long forgotten
your face has changed
but your eyes remain the same
cold and detached at first sight
you have a softness in you that seldom few see
i wish i cradled it tighter
...
they see us walk among the pines
chuckling at our naivety
i wish their claims held no bearing over us
-c. alejandra