straw, sticks, stone

(a response to Home, a writing prompt by Terijo on Intimately Intricate)

image: “Hare in the grass” by Sean McGee on Unsplash
used under: Unsplash License

you and i:
our little shelter
from the storm
and now
i never know
our weather
eyes shut
waiting for winds to shift

once i thought
flowers and rainbows were real
dew
waterfalls
clouds
the scent of earth
rising
trees
dancing on the wind

once i thought
all were
lies
love
lust
life

only dreams
passing
all
only dreams
slipping through my fingers
my desperate

fingers

someday,
maybe
iʻll come back
iʻll remember this place
iʻll feel this grass
iʻll breathe this air
iʻll leap

iʻll leap

iʻll turn
and leap
and play
and dance

my eyes will be bright

someday,
maybe
youʻll stop
youʻll glance
youʻll spy one who looks vaguely familiar

and iʻll stop
and rise for a moment
and our eyes will meet

and you will continue on

and iʻll