Unsaid
In the quiet of winter,
flower petals get stuck at the back of my shoe
such fragile and sweet reminders
of a softness, I can’t reach;
they hold on as I walk,
small, unnoticed,
like you
unseen
but always with me
in my mind,
just out of reach.
The calmness of my steps
threading through the shadows...
flower petals get stuck at the back of my shoe
such fragile and sweet reminders
of a softness, I can’t reach;
they hold on as I walk,
small, unnoticed,
like you
unseen
but always with me
in my mind,
just out of reach.
The calmness of my steps
threading through the shadows...