my brown orbs
spilled
salty drops
on your birthday,
extinguishing
the light of the wick
of the solitary candle
that graced
my cake
on mine.
i cried for
memories, sad,
of past ones.
i cried for
the death of
childhood excitement
for balloons
and party favors.
and i cried for
the everydayness
of today.
my brown orbs
spilled
salty drops
on your birthday,
for i failed to see
the reflection of
another lighted wick
in your eyes.
love is what is left at the end of the day.
From: melbourne, victoria, Australia
About me: i'm a wanderlust and a warrior of life. i have hordes of nomads and soldiers waiting to wander this sometimes barren and sometimes lush landscape of my head. i send them forth. they are my words. my weapon of choice: purple prose
posted by lei at 12:02 PM