Fluttering
highlights of the sun
softly kiss the earth.

A flower I placed in your hair
lays by your side.
Now wrinkled,
and grey.
And I'm to scared to see
what else is gone.

blank pages,
with indents of our nights before
face me.

body
twisting and turning,
freshly crisped grass
adjusts itself
to comfort your heavy mind.
Knowing that its significance is less
when you wake.