truth be told
i’m leaving my heart right here
below the glass chandelier on 63rd St.
for you to play with,
any time you walk past.
the morbid dance of incoming storms
will douse the flames of my dreams,
yet, you will always be my incomplete thirst.
after i’m gone,
come, without remorse
and immerse in my colors
under this delicate murano glass.
to see for yourself
how the heavy fragrance
of black orchids could’ve played,
cheek to cheek
with the wild scent of green vetiver
© 2022
a poem about the passage of time, evergreen memories and amazing people you meet through this journey of life.
