It was the likeness of her
replaced
with maps
forests
shine
cold sheets in summer
vanilla ice cream
sunlight on wooden floors
flight of fairies
childhood unearthed
a generous heart and lungs
a magic of my own.
When I finally dreamt
without her
it was
renewing.
Apr 9, 2017
Apr 9, 2017 at 12:42 AM UTC
It was the likeness of her
replaced
with maps
forests
shine
cold sheets in summer
vanilla ice cream
sunlight on wooden floors
flight of fairies
childhood unearthed
a generous heart and lungs
a magic of my own.
When I finally dreamt
without her
it was
renewing.
