Me 36- You 23.
To meet under the shades of poetry
I chain my laughter to your brows
I steal your youth whilst you meet me
Me thirty six - you twenty three
Your mirror your world in words
I wage letters, trying to impress
They fall flat to your rhythms of honesty
Your head on my shoulders felt cold
My pages smart from jealous shame
I wish my spine would not wilt so
To write about butterflies, fighting reality
To not know age, faith or passions neither
You thirty two - me sixty three
The weather changed, the words left me
I mocked your thoughts, you agreed
I attacked your vulnerability
I ran out to the world beyond
You, left behind in the shadow of words
Me sixteen - you twenty five
Many a chaos and curly locks i ran into
Many a lessons and letters exchanged
Alas! Hoping to find shades of you
In the words of those meant to not be
Me thirty six - you thirty
I drank life watching the waves recede
Not from the banks, but diving in
Finally drowned in the abyss of excess
The elixir of life was waiting in the pith
I drank you
In the shallows of the hallowed.
You thirty six – me twenty three
