there she sits behind the trees
alone
with her book and the leaves
just like me
they fall to her with
the rain
but i won’t
though i know she is my soulmate
like all the others
she coughs and i wish i could be the air
stale in her eyes, in her lungs
beneath her ribs where it’s soft
she is me
i am her
watching that flowing sun
ripple on its surface
cowering at the sky’s laughter
she is my soulmate
the sky chuckles and says
“aren’t they all?”
May 5, 2012
May 5, 2012 at 3:08 PM UTC
there she sits behind the trees
alone
with her book and the leaves
just like me
they fall to her with
the rain
but i won’t
though i know she is my soulmate
like all the others
she coughs and i wish i could be the air
stale in her eyes, in her lungs
beneath her ribs where it’s soft
she is me
i am her
watching that flowing sun
ripple on its surface
cowering at the sky’s laughter
she is my soulmate
the sky chuckles and says
“aren’t they all?”
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