whispering winds
through tall
tall trees
and the sound of
runnng watter
as our feet
crush pebbles
against eachother
and we walk down grassy
paths
to places we
have both been
dying to go to.
And my hooded sweatshirt
wrapped and knotted around
my waist.
and my tank top
barely covering a
bright pink sports bra.
jeans
and no sleeves
and the smell of bug spray in the air
and Greta waiting asleep
in the cabin for my return.
Wish i could explain this to you
wish you knew of every night i spent with you that month.
and how the campfire circle wasnt big enough for all the poems
i wanted to write to you.
how every blade of grass
just reminded me of
every star
which were the reason
i loved you.
because i could see stars in your eyes.
and laying there.
trying so hard not to cry to myself
I would just
drown in the black and white all
around me
in a bed of green
i would wish for the stars to
fall
wish for the
words to all come to a hault.
and to be free of the hurt i felt.
knowing
this was the closest we would ever be.
Im not about to find you.
12:19 am - Sunday, Jan. 26, 2003
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