Friday, May 1, 2015

once I dared to dream

You said I called you Romeo
a sad smile upon your lips.
A scent of memory lingers in the air
your touch, pressed on my spine, sets my soul at ease

it is winter and the snow has settled in your hair
it suits you
its beauty completes you, accentuates you, 
loves you
more than this broken doll ever could.
I lament