Dew

Travel on, brave soul.

Dew spread leaves

And cotton sheets

Go floating in the wind,

Behind it all you can barely see

The bathtub water’s end.

 

It’s cold in here,

Inside and out,

My fingers look like prunes,

I’ve waited far too long you see

To meet someone like you.

 

My skin is faded,

Leather and ice,

An unimportant thought;

My eyes meet yours and all I know

Is you’re you and I am not.

 

So venture out

Into this world,

So brave and young and new,

Don’t look back for me

In your memories,

You’ll only see the dew.

Reviews

[Eli Lugo]

I enjoyed this one the most