organically printed
freshly minted
a breath
in the coldest summer

if nostalgia could be felt before time is lost,
then I would turn to you
and I would curse the bitter pain
sweeping through my veins
and I would hold you tight
if you’d let me
and I would say,
we’ll meet again.

the leaves on the ground
and the vines crawling around
and on
the brick walls of a place everyone has forgotten

if memory could be given before I leave,
then I would turn to you
and I would curse destiny
leading us forwards
and I would turn to our yellowing road
to God
and I would hold you tight
if you’d let me
and I would say,
you confuse me.

The eye of nature,
the tears of beauty,
& u.