Sunday, April 16, 2023

 Did She

did she say all blossoms are songs
each one written then so easily erased in a mist
languishing without reason
she stayed with me when the last fell darkly pink
from the oldest tree
a spring abandoned in a clamor of sameness
a chorus of tears
was their more or less of her before I became this
I don't remember if I am now
or when
if ever

JPPestana
Did She
16 April 2023