I love you.
Inarticulately I
scream it,
to an audience of
silent wooden
canopies
painted haphazardly
to stretch from floor to ceiling.
There was no rehearsal.
My eyes follow into the expanse
lifting my voice to
the limitless skies.
Notes fall from my
lips in keys of minor and major mishaps.
The heavens answer,
applause that bears
down on me
in a laboured rain that mingles
with tears.
I am green like the
envious oak who waited for spring
They blend with
vines of ivy twisted into knots of your
Truth,
but I cannot wait for winter’s pruning
to be undone.
I must be bothered
to try
to learn melodies
that make memories of you and I
just flashes
of song, words I
almost remember
or at least,
words that I
remember to forget.
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