I have a ring for you. It's snug and not too small.
You could stand within, if you wanted. Just to try it out.....for a little while.
I'll trace it around you again on the pavement in thick chalk. A bright scribbled line. A boarder. A castle.
I lean down. And start to dig. Until my hands bleed and the pavement gives way. I'll lift the very earth beneath you and carry you away. For you were meant for daisies and better things. This means I love you, in my language. You are my breath, and I'm going to stay here and breath deeply.