sorry
June 20th, 2008 by Oliver Wall…and when i have left you
because the promises collected dust
and the draught of your voice
has withered the bunches of words
i held out to you in posies,
will you recall that i was honest,
that i wanted to breathe into you a life,
to see wonderment take your body.
That I craved to hold you above all others
until your nose met the moons.
I hoped to show you
how by longing alone,
I could offer you forever,
and with a steady gaze
you could ride above the horizon
never troubled by how lightly we are here.