looking through the window
i learn to believe
that the tree is never still
& i sigh,
turning from the pane
i make myself tea
while thinking of the spring days
when you’d hold me,
rocking in our hammock
i learn to believe
that the tree is never still
& i sigh,
turning from the pane
i make myself tea
while thinking of the spring days
when you’d hold me,
rocking in our hammock