paper boats
maybe we lived through two different sunsets you said goodbye to a pomegranate blossom, i waved off a seagull but without you, mornings forget to brew the tea the sun doesn’t rise, it just becomes a pale light at my window if your smile is a memory of an angel then im a child mailing love letters to heaven i keep my prayer in the inside pocket of my coat committing the sin of loving you without knowing your name maybe i was a poem before you but then you came, and turned the poem into yourself i was a forgotten line in someone’s notebook you came, and turned my silence into meaning i don’t know who you are, but i know your absence every kind of loneliness describes you a little it’s like you’re sitting at the edge of my pillow a small god of sleepless nights maybe we’ll never meet maybe you’re the kind of dream that never waits but i from a window that doesn’t face you am still folding my soul into small paper boats and sending them down a river called...
