Red and Green and
Brass and Wood...
Over the Loose Soil
The Things We Withstood
Around in a Square
This is Your Last Place
Over by Your Side Where
A Floral Name Tag Held
By a Boy Who I Know but Have Never Spoken To
Over Black Fallen Shoulders
I See What You Left
Who I Heard So Much
To Whom I was Deaf
I Picked You This to Remember Me By
Pretend to Lay it on Your Warm Chest
So You Can Hold it Forever
A Rose Put to Rest
CK
No comments:
Post a Comment