Feb 11 2020

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


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


and midnight