anyaFirst to rec
“You live by the banks
of my stream of thoughts.
My water grows your garden,
washes your clothes,
scrubs your house clean,
Yet why do you not have time?
To sit still by my side?
I’ve been waiting,
patiently,
as the years add on to the last
I’ve never seen your face
But I remember its reflection.
Your wobbling image
working your youth away.
Getting further away from my reach.
I can’t carry your loneliness too.
The added cruelty of your burden
From one shore to another
So pick a side, for any would do
but please do come
to watch the sun glisten on my skin
turning my blues golden
Tell me,
Do you not see god?”
