• one more cup of coffee •

• to zelda •

dearest zelda,
you were starlight.
so what if it was
borrowed ?
it was yours for
a little while
and how excellent a reflector
you were.
you were bright, and golden,
but you've known for
years now that
nothing gold can stay.
i am glad i
spent my last summer
as you.
you drank the stars
and tiptoed barefoot to
midnight pools of moonlight
with his voice in your
fresh ears.
you were alive
and free
and a waterfall of poetry rushed from your
infatuation-drenched mind.
it was just a small taste of what life as you
could
have been like,
of what life with him
would
have been like.
but the summer is set
and my soul is truly at home among steeled skies
and naked trees.
i won't forget about you ;
for now i'll lay you to rest in my mind
until the day i tuck you into
warm ink and parchment.

- a letter to the girl i was.