Your heart is
Sacred.
You trust like a
Sparrow.
I’d give you all my bread,
But
You fly away when I get
Close.

You love like a
Harp does.
By offering only
Sad notes.
You love like a
mallet;
Crushing all my hopes.

And I am leaves raked into a pile. Made for you,
For your joy to jump into, to ruin, to break
To eventually throw away.
I am gravity, but you want the moon.

I miss the avenues.
I miss the ins and outs of me and you.
They cling to me, the memories.
Like honey to a spoon while making tea.
It’s tragic, the gravity
Of you and you and you and me.
I’m certain we’ll collide mid dream,
At least I assume that’s where we’ll meet.