Is it a secret you've kept forever?
Toiling inside a hidden crevice,
I am a memory locked behind another layer
Ghostly and withered,
I am a dithered little girl
and yet,
oh and yet,
you are tethered to my lure
eyes lowered,
blues and silvers wondered
so many times my eyes
have looked so at you
and still in bed you lay,
though your heart be racing
and your morning be may
and in the anchors of your shored heart
beating against the dock and creaking against the fey
we are still shells and wooden cases
of the lovers we once made
and to know what it is to love a shield
to love a field
to love a real
boy
full of truth and love and honesty
what a way to be
lay down beneath the large oaks
and maybe the roots will grow over you
you'll finally
be the earth you wish to be
and when you disappear into the trees
I will stand here and eat
and wait to properly meet
the soul you kept trying to impress upon me
A soul I never did see.
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