The last time we met. You stood in front of me wearing those almond eyes that I love so much. Not once did I hesitate Developing a taste for almonds. The taste of something new in the mystique of fascination. I did not realize my love for almonds until the initial taste. Finding how deletable they are, The everlasting crunch of an almond. A unique taste swirled around my mouth covered in milk chocolate. Although you have gone, I have remained faithful in your absence. Recognizing your wrapper by name Remembering the first crunch I realized I was in love
I'd always been a little bearcub Feeling my paws crunch the twigs and mulsh of the forest floor Seasons are changing, though I'm finally standing up on my hind legs Raising my hands high, speaking up for the first time Hoping that maybe you can hear me now Letting my growls grow, my echo, rumbling through the trees Feeling the breeze in my hair Knowing that I have made it and I am home
~Finally started my medical transition and my voice is starting to drop~
Crunch! Crunch! Crunch! Is it... fallen snow, frozen over a cold evening- Amber and bronze leaves, felled by a cool autumn breeze? Or is it simply my barky breakfast bar, leaving me wondering if others can hear me chewing... I know my mouth is closed, I am trying to be courteous... But can they hear it?
its been so long since I’ve written you down and since, there have been other you’s that have come and gone like these seasons, steady
so now it is Fall again, the time last year during which my heart was aching as you vanished from my side; I stopped and watched as you went; you went so slowly
i stand now, still abandoned like a tree from its leaves but I do stand, and I wonder what you’re doing now, but only for a moment before I continue walking; listening as the leaves that were silenced crunch beneath my sentimental feet.