we spoke in whispers
worried not
for days before
and wasted
i couldn’t say your name
without remembrance
of goodbyes we never had
never knew
this much was fated
a fragile happenstance
of sky
where skies
are planted
bested by the truth
i listened to the music
was your breath
within my own
lights to twinkle
just beneath a shadow
was the moon you loved
o how we loved
let the heavens
intercede
i will hold you
for a moment –
a lifetime next to me
never thought to be
forgotten
less
than what we know
wing’ed trails
across a fading light
memories of touch –
naked
against the pines
. .
tornadoday 