an impetus of my thoughts…
ties like a stolen heart hanging on a single limb
waving in the distance, those I have lost…those I have yet to meet
my intimacy has stretched one lone minute into days
a simple glance to my love has turned like a leaf in the fall
our infinity is willful…through the light and the dark
time has captured the ease in which love will always bleed
looking, mortality in the eye…like a discarded pod to a seed