You’re like half-forgotten dreams,
and the perfect colour of night turning to light.
The time of restlessness and recklessness,
when pain is inconsequential and unimportant.
It’s like the moment after the laugh dies on the lips,
or just the beginning of a smile.
The tilt of the head, considering,
when the air is heavy with uncertainty.
I’m like a grave, newly dug open,
with sun shining, like on the first day of summer.
Place roses on my grave, decide now,
or come, lie here with me.