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 you

maybe you are a smile

but i am the flower that forgets to bloom each spring

if you ever pass down my street

a butterfly that looks like you will rise from within me