Muse
Apr 3, 2022
We sat side by side
in the forest,
on a fallen tree
where all the tears I’d shed
had turned to lichen on the bark
and all the words you’d given me
were butterflies
among the hanging moss.
I never held your hand,
not once,
but roots are tangled
underground
where only the far-sighted see.
We were made to make gods,
you and me.