it's been
years
since i've
leaned on
a tree.
i'll never ask if you remember
that patch of grass i sat on
when you straddled my lap.
i'll never ask if you remember
the way you tugged at my hair
and made me feel like i was the breeze
that you breathed in under the leaves.
the tree
that stamped
a rosy imprint on
my back.
i'll never ask
if it is still there
and remembering
us.
for it's been
years
since we
left a story on
that tree.
will someone ask
if i remember the me
that i used to be?
koda
YOU ARE READING
Midnight Fruits
PoetryA Collection of Poems on Love, Longing, & Loss written on my journey through pain, nostalgia and love. "but all times my thoughts are filled with stories of other kodas."
