Our affection was as real
As the snowdrops in May,
When you’d smile at me
In playgrounds paved with second chances,
You’d carve your heart into a tree
And sign my name so I could touch it,
Feel every curve and crevice
Beneath my fingertips.
Your hands would feel like a ghost
Slipping inside of me,
Fading before I could know you.
Once time stole us, I walked
Through the woods at dawn
And saw the flowers of summer
Wilting under the cold breath of autumn.
Author notes
A quick write.
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