That… I cannot take back.
Last night I dreamt of you.
Your eyes like the moon,
a glimmer of light in a sea of dark.
Your mouth like a rosebud,
speaking candidly, dreamily,
of loneliness and aspiration.
I woke up remembering you.
I like the way you smile,
as if with your whole self.
I like the timbre of your voice,
the confident soprano of your words.
I like your courage,
the way you fearlessly
return danger’s black gaze.
But there are things I do not like.…
The shape your shoulders make,
when they bow with sorrow.
The sad shuffle of your feet,
when they carry you away.
And the way my heart misses
a girl it hardly knows.
That morning,
on the beach with you,
I unfurled like a kite’s long tail.
I unfurled,
and I caught the wind.
elise
He wrote to me.
He wroteaboutme.
