Posted in Poetry

do i know
can i define -love
folded into the hem
tablecloth lined
and set for two
we lit the candle
to burn down
years unspent
hiding from arms
the only arms meant for you

and if i leave -now
lost to the leaved trees
sprung from winding song
how often i would pine

for the lost bird
nested in my mind

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