i found you
forgotten
fragile as a butterfly's wing
the lushness of your youth forsaken
your veins bled out and dry
staining these pages scarlet
pages with words
written in a hand i never knew
written in a voice long silenced
written to remind someone
of a time
when words were worth more
than trinkets
i wonder if that love
faded along with this ink
or if it, too, was pressed-
held tightly between two lovers
and preserved.
(Split Geraniums)
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