love letter from the shade
of a tree long gone
and the minutes
turn back into hours
resting lazily
on firmaments
of fiction
you with
your back turned
away
from the light
and this corner
always lurking
never parried
a universe
in small spaces
revealing worlds
or open secrets
building stories
one by one
toppling towers
picking up pieces
again and again
learning you
in new lessons
leaving scars
mixed with
salt
and midnight
smiles
.
.
.
March 8th, 2020 at 2:52 pm
Wonderful! I hope one day you’ll put a book together!