I haven't layed eyes on you for some time

and that makes me wonder

if you still think about me.

I have been like a petrified young woman

near her mother's grave

with every look in the mirror ,

demolishing you

with every swirl and swift of my tongue.

Yet , your eyes always hummed tunes

of anger ,

making me question

if this is only the shore

and the storm

is just about to come .

You grew to be a tall field of grass :

it is prosperous and rich in life,

yet in plain sight ,

it is just a bed for me to rest

the presence of many

that became myself.

And has always been like this

ever since June.