my love,
you are the sun in the sky,
peaking over the edge of trees,
as night turns to a rosey dawn.
you are a thousand cicadas chirping,
risen every number of years,
to sing for love.
well I love you,
like Narcissus loved his reflection,
I am enraptured by you,
your form,
your heart.
my love,
you are my everything,
everything,
everything.
YOU ARE READING
After You Left
Poetrycomplete poetry collection, over 70 poems from my darkest times and issues with love
