A Grass-stained Letter

I feared that it would always be you, for the severing of forever left me raw. 
A bee swarm of your echoes stings as it shrieks. 
My ribbon comes unravelled—we are love trampled. 

My birdsong kept piercing you, where scar tissue and knife-rust remain. 
I wish I could subdue, but this is me—
I'll wrap a pretty shawl around my face so you don't see that my gums bleed. 
I'm secure in this quiet woodland retreat, but I must admit, they still bother me. 

I did as I always must—Quavering, I slayed a sick rabbit—
The years ahead were screaming, and I took pity on them. 
Eulogies still cling to the roof of my mouth—Some fall apart, stringy-soft, like cheap nasty gum. 

I know, shhh—I know... 
It has been a most sad and curious lullaby. 
Rockabye my baby—distorted dreams must sleep. 
They were mad visions, yes, they were—but not all that mad, if you really think. 

Sapling green, 
We are still in the fresh season—
I'm sorry that September chewed our leaves to lace. 
Now that we know the midway path closes in, we can leave it grown over till it's warm again—this summer, maybe. 

Hear the faint hushes of pines who declare our innocence, as we stop pressing our fevers together—
I promise you, it's ok to let me slip away. 
I can live in the ghost-white lake of mist, where lost spirits only haunt each other.  

Bury me and I will feed weeds and flowers alike. 
I don't mind the humble taste of soil, and I won't expect any recognition. 
There's no way to refashion a blank page, but I could just be a grubby footnote, smudged by the finger oils of new friends. 

It's ok, shhhh—it's ok... 
The wells are drying up, I can smell the lime—
and now your jade is deep, I can't see what is within.
Mine are topaz, limpid—proud to have let light in, proud to have seen light through you.  

Twin sapling, 
if you don't look I won't linger—if you don't speak I won't stain. 
See now that I have only loved, and we'll let the fading of hands come. 

Calorosamente, 

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