It is almost my birthday
It is May 14
The trees have just budded
Tomorrow they will bloom
As I stare out the window
I often wonder
Do you see them too?
Fixed on the green of the grass?
or peering at the bare bones of the trees yet to flourish?
Do you think of me, as I think so deeply of you?
Am I a passing thought, or one that makes your toss in your sleep?
Do you think I'm happy?
Do you dare to find out?
Do you want me to be happy?
Come, find out.
YOU ARE READING
Powems
PoetryThe collection of my innermost thoughts. Expressed in the most vivid imagery and vocabulary that I can muster. It is cathartic, and it is raw. You may interpret each piece as you please, not everything is black and white~
