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you were a collector, a creator

you gathered twigs and chestnuts, stones covered in moss

you sat at your desk, quietly watching all the little things
piecing them together in your mind

I would have loved to look inside your beautiful head
like these bookends you made


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nighttime sounds: an owl in a tree,
wind rustling the remaining leaves
gnarly branches,
black against the moon

the sweetest dreams,
taking residence in my heart

you & I
an impossible possibility
the sheets will not reveal my secrets

In silence

never would there evermore
a song upon a breeze
for music has forsaken us
went lost among the trees

now darkness has surrounded us
and vanquished all the light
in silence now we just await
the visitor in the night