i don’t know that it’s over,

faith lives within me

that our love still has potential

to someday run freely

like a river over rocks,

we can slip and slide with grace

sitting together in the grass, my

world falls into place.

does yours, too?

or when we are beside each other, 

is your world simply blue?

alone, my trees were black and white–

your eyes were the first color i saw.

how ironic that they happened to be

cerulean with pupils dark as a raven’s caw. 

sitting in the shade, our intertwined hands feel

sienna and pumpkin pie, the colors of fall

floating in the chilly air

do you not see it?

how can you ignore the roughness of grass on the palms of my hands, 

the ringing of church bells in the distance, singing a song just for us,

that cloud – the one that looks like a crocodile – so careless, yet intentionally made for our eyes?

it was made for us

and yet, you’re fading away from me–

you’re dust in my hands, slipping away, 

our time cremated to ash when it was once so real–

so human

but even rocks are weathered over time:

like sand, I watch on the shore as

you float away into the ocean 

with its crumbled sea dust.

one with the sea,

as blue as can be

and I am here still,

alone with our tree.