Not forgotten. It lives on my lips. In the edge of each thought. Like a paper cuts sting. The carve of your name.
winter garden sleeps
our footprints break the frost
dancing in moon light
The thing you couldn’t place. That feeling, unsure. A look, a gaze. Recognition. Maybe. That well in your heart. That spike in your pulse. A bite in the air. A chill at your side. That was me. Waiting to be seen. That was us. Lingering over a moment.
Words, like these, but not. Same shapes, different meanings. These letters I love turned. These letters I loved bleed.