darling even the leaves turn brown
hands are like hearts
they turn blue when they
are cold.
You always drank your coffee hot
you were constantly cold
you said.
you preferred to do things alone
for there was more peace in being alone
you were never visible anyways
you said.
but you never saw
the people you spoke to
the impact you had,
the inspirations you gave.
your thoughts
were
like
small
fragments of
clues
leading to a great
and
wonderful treasure
and it was you.
The books you read
were hard
to come
by
but you always managed
to find
them.
If I were a long-lost book
would you come
to find
me?
Your coffee was never cold
though your thoughts
like your hands
never seemed
to warm.
