for your shadow would follow me -
leaning tree where you carved my name
cast to the ground
lengthening long, a leafy umbrella
like the one you held over me
when everything was rain.
bent by the wind
a field of grass whispers
I hear your name
See the beach reeling beneath the gulls
as they swoop, cry for us.
I know that is where you'll be waiting
along the shore, a map so worn
I know every fold of your face
every crease of your arms
hue of your eyes painted
with the blue of the sea's own watery brush
How could I leave you?
I want to fill you with poems
words softly scented
like flowers
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