Healing process

You carved our initials
Inside a heart
The tree lived
Our love didn't
We were equally scarred
The tree
and me
©cih16, 12:37, 05.11.16

Afterthought

I'm not saying that
I want to be
The first
In your life
above everybody
I'm too old for such dreams
Been stamped on by reality
But it would be nice
if you thought of me

Sometimes

Maybe

©cih16, 09:55, 04.11.16

Sycamore

It's worth knowing
When the wind is wild
and tears at the tree
Bending a bough
or breaking a branch
That the same breeze
Will spread the seeds
and make the helicopters dance
©cih16, 22:28, 03.11.16

Childhood games

And so I offered you the world
Full of mysteries, thoughts
The known and unknown
You looked at it,
said
"It's only a marble"
And into the gutter
We both were thrown
©cih16, 04:54, 02.11.16

November

Fog cloaks the streets in mist-ery
©cih16, 08:50, 01.11.16