I walked with you yesterday
through fields of fears,
endless meadows blooming with doubt,
and we collapsed under a lone willow tree;
the weight of life on weakened shoulders;
the terror of time in our tear filled eyes.
The crickets chirped
as you took the questions from my tremoring tongue.
The cage of our minds,
smashed under the blanket of the stars.
Two becomes one
on chapped lips.
Sometimes letting go
is just a kiss.
-Thanks for reading and sharing your thoughts with me.
-Wishing you the brightest of days,Eva
” Me and the pen, we are one. If its ink would cease to flow, my ink would cease to flow.”