If my heart was a flower,
Would you not pluck me?
If my hair was a meadow,
Would you nae huddle me?
If my hands wanted yours,
Would you not hold mine?
If my lips were cloudburst,
Would mine quench thirst?
If my dress danced windily,
Would you nae haply join in?
If my eyes were pearl oysters,
Would you freshly shuck me?
If my skin were of the Selkies,'
Would you offer me nae seas?

C.S. Lewis said
to love is
to be
vulnerable

and I'm so tired
of that

it's a wound I
can't stop
touching
and so,
it hurts
again

so after all
is said and
done-
after you've put your
keyhole glasses
on
a nightstand
far from me,
I hope that
this blue
October's
filled with
our last
summer's
peace

I still love you
and that's
all of
everything.