perhaps it takes the morning
to learn the night
did you notice the petals?
they fell for you
and they whisper words of love
through the pores of your inside-out skin
there are weeds on your fingertips
and trees in your eyes
maybe that's why we make no sense...
have we lost ourselves in the soil
of thousands of miles?
grown sedentary and empty-headed
just to let our roots bleed?
I never thought that this is how it would be
but tree leaves ceased to grace my heavy curls
oh, broken truth...
you always knew me best.