i asked

I asked her

                                [her lip quivering in the crisp air]

if she would remember me

                {me not quite being as developed as one would wish,

                                soul of a grandfather

           mind of a boy,

                           able to be brushed from her eyes

(How I still yearn for them, like precious gems glimmering in the moon’s smile)

      as though only a feather on

      a patio.}

she answered.

 

 

                           And how removed from earth I became.

Reviews

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~ stunning poetry... loved the image of the feather...