104

You and I,

love of mine,

are going to be

104, together.

And after that,

we will be what we

cannot now.

I promise you.

With all that I have. 

In advance,

i want to tell you,

remember that tree,

in the middle

of the poppy field?

The one

that never grew leaves,

and we'd spend endless hours

singing to it,

trying to heal it...

Underneath it,

I will wait for you,

alright?

You will know when.

You will feel,

my last breath on your chest,

you will even think for a moment

something slid underneath your sheets,

next to you.

And then

just look for the tree.

I will make sure it is in the heart of August,

I will be wearing a white dress,

and bear flowers in my hair,

cascaded with the dew of your tears,

still fresh from your realising,

I passed...

And when you appear,

out of the tall grass,

hold me,

and never,you hear me,

never let go.

Until that tree bursts

into the greenest leaves.

Reviews

[Lily Mae]

This is magical and so beautiful through and through.. A longing in the heart of many...xx