I can still remember
when your arms were branches
that rooted me to
places that i forgot
mattered.
you rooted me to
my
matter -
pink and grey and green - colours of
the earth and sky and all that lies in between.
is this what love is?
do you still think of me?
It's sunday and i am lying in pools of my tears and
can recall when
you were the gates to
such floods
of time
and
truth and honesty.
honestly?
i still fucking love you.
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