Trees

I saw many sunsets

cast warmth

in your eyes

and hold me

in it’s blanket of fire

and

bittersweet

decline

Home was found between our worlds

dancing

among the bare trees

that sang of death

soon to come

We carry the burden of living

like loose change

in the pockets of our future

cashed in

collected

slipping through each other’s fingers

How much I want to hold you

like a child

to my heart

How much I want to open myself

and let the blood from my wounds

make the rivers that run

beneath your feet

To feel your breath

cascade with the wind

down

my

neck

softly

Birch trees

fingering each layer, splayed out

in attempt to reach the other