the secret to …


untitled poem

she left words for him and me both
those words are manifest
right before my eyes
and a twinge of joy
pulls at my inner being

she left perspective hanging on a ledge
like a secret note for him to find
at the right moment
bittersweet it was to discover

she left whispers and traces
in actions and memories
in the stars and in my heart
but i still can’t let go

she simply dreams me wishes
ignored, they cannot be