Between Proses
Updated: Aug 5, 2021

Every eye can see
the bright colours in every strand
in any space you grace
all too easy to cherish every moment
...the simple,
most of all
I think...
-
you,
with ink and paper in hand
or making licorice tea for two.
I questioned my smiles
but what a charm
I even asked my heart
and it can't recall
the sadness of time.
Every word reminds me of a song
and every look... spring
flowers in endless bloom
but I can kiss no song
or hold those dear flowers close
at the least
cherished moments we can carve in print
but
each copy I'll see in another's hand
will only remind me of my life
crossing
yours
... and yours
blessedly tied with another.
My best efforts, I suppose
to be content with
a smile
and I hope it'll suffice.