Bloom.

small

Sometimes it makes you feel small

How they talk to you

Behind that pen they mark and erase

Should I change as my heart swells?

Should I hold on to this fading feeling?

Is it worth the engraving?

The aching?

Do I need to continue to dream of you?

Just to keep you alive.

Or should I let you slip away?

In the groggy of the morning

The blur of closed eyes

The constant of sliding cars

Should I let you blend out

Into the peaches of the sky

Or the tangerine of the evenings

Are you deserving of those wonderful

Colors?

Or should you gather the night sky instead

But if I lent you that task

Would you steal the stars away?

Or polish their shine