New Leaves This Color

I loved you in my noble,
Naked youth.
I permeated your ground;
Watered every seed.

Take note.
Like the letters you wrote in a winter caked spring.
Dream of her body
Worn with wisdom
That the crevices of me

Don't know.

Let it burn-
Ache slow.


I take pills and pills and pills.
They say trauma in your brain
Hurts like trauma in your kneecaps.

Blow mine out.
I'll sway in the wind like a daffodil.

While she blows you to
Sleep
Laying in sweat
And grief.

You'll never get it back.
It's not yours for salvaging anymore.

And you're not mine.

This is tired.
I close my eyes
A barren, twenty-five.

You ravaged me.

Now, I'm old too.