so, again, a falling leaf
reminds you of passing faces.
the night tells you
that you're five words away
from dreaming deeply. of woods
in norway, spindly-sticked, but
it's just another dream
of a far-off place. where
you might travel to
in 3.27 years time.
if luck and coins kiss you
on the cheek. if the crush
of living doesn't drag you
under the soil, over the mountains
to another world. one where hinges
are hanging, where the salty sheen
of undrying tears is the only comfort
you know. so, again, spring sings
of a goddess you should've said sorry to
two nights ago. where you should've
knelt, looked at the ground
and begged. and said
"i'm hopeless sometimes,
i know. i'm a forgetful lump
who feels loss
with each drooping
flower he sees, who rises
when the sun peeks for just
one second, who dreams
too deeply, too longingly
for something
indefinable."
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Submission Name: so, again
