Stages of us,

Slowly transforming,

Over the years. ...

Lines,

In transformation.

Thoughts, ...

Leave a mark?

Or exist discreetly,

Gently, ...

Surrounded…

Looks dark.

Feels deep, ...

Why did you cry on me?

I was sad.

Why? ...

Protected,

Every which way.

Yet beckoning, ...

Beneath the clouds,

The sun shines,

Snow gently settles, ...

Orchards…

Growing,

Thriving, ...

Diamonds in the rough.

Everywhere.

Everyday. ...

I’d walk into you,

Without a map,

Or a road, ...

Water,

Ignored,

Left alone, ...

Acting childish,

Is natural.

Laughter, ...

Here,

I breathe the purest air,

Wander empty streets, ...

Fading.

Slowly drying,

As daylight melts. ...

Glow orange.

Reflect your essence,

On me. ...

Separation,

Insecurity,

Evoking anxiety, ...

Tracks,

Footprints,

Left behind, ...

Wet mornings.

When the world slept.

I owned the streets. ...

“Which parts do I love?”

Those protected through time.

Hardly visible. ...

You broke parts of me.

Those I let you.

Believing in a perfection, ...