a little bit of love

don't you worry,

a little grey trail was

made just for you and me

by the trees

just before my heart

was chopped in half

by a happy hurricane.

there is no one in the wide world

and those so many things

called nothing but kiss

because we never end,

especially in conversations

under leaves left green by gold.

are you?

are you me?

now I am every body.

just a poem on repeat.

I want to love you again,

but I can't, so chop me in half

when I am just nearly whole.