I hadn’t noticed the sun-drenched sky,
how can one bathe in its light
and yet tremble upon heavenly sight?
How readily you kiss me,
like a post-it note you lay it on.
feeling is a dish unsung to the callous.
Like placid brown water you remain unruffled,
can you hear
the sound of a slow-breaking heart?
I have given up trying to understand you,
that arriving moment won’t nearly be as painful.
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Posted for Music with Marian @ Real Toads