Poesy: Thrice

Fragment

Perhaps when you came
you took it all:

the beauty, the youth,
the confidence.

You gathered them as a fresh-picked bouquet
and closed the gate behind you.
 

Sleeping sweetly beneath my mother's blanket,

your soft sighs sweeten the edges of the quilt.
I pop in to the room to check,

even for just a moment,

that you and I are still connected
and you haven't left yet,
and neither have I.

-RPJ