17 May 2012

I remember when

we'd sit on the grass,

and give the clouds shape,

every twenty-fifth:

Blue sky or rain,

under a tree,

Caviar and Champagne.

Now I sit on the grass

looking at your name,

with the font I chose

carved in grey.

The smell of lilies

fills my lungs.

As I remember your vows,

I hear your voice.

Tearing my soul

seeking yours.

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