so many people
I pray for-
I used to write
Just to soothe
someone
that felt a little
like me.

flowers for her,
floating by
in a river.

his hiking boots
stepping into
Spring time.

I know love is
so cyclical-
I'm growing
ever
more cynical.

I'll let her take
me to her sunny
benches if she
let's me.

Like an oyster
or a baby reef,
she's opening
herself slowly
to a possibility
of being hurt
by others.