Nov 3, 2014

when I catch my thoughts

I only wish that it is not cold
in the wet ground, underneath all that grass,
that it is not narrow under those couple of boards;
and that in the dark, beside her head
she knows that my heart is beating for her
that she’s not afraid when she opens her eyes,
that she doesn’t  grieve because of my stupid tears,
that her smile of angel passes my face
wish she’s  in the sun, and the sun warms her;
because as long as I live she is  never alone,
-wish that she knows well

I will come to her

1 comment:

  1. fuck. I don't understand, but I feel it. I feel you. it dragged me right under there with you.
    I'm so sorry.