The Things I Thought I Knew

(Inspired by e.e. cummings)

by Stacey Stangl

Crumpled leaves

            are as gorgeous                        

as a million blooming roses

smothered in my hand in yours,

                                   all-comforting, like the

                                   rain

           that swallows you to ease your pain which

                                   seems to last for lifetimes that I wish I could spend

 

                   with you

 

     I feel safe though my heart grows weak, when, need

                        we part of each day that turns old I'll even think of you,

 still

     of night, I'll wait until a thousand years pass by each day, the day I

  die in the happiness of this bittersweet love that must have been blessed

up above the beauty of the things I used to look past the crumpled leaves are as

gorgeous as a million blooming roses, unfurling...

 

so fast.