Hazel wind

Recall to mind his eyes 

That floated away the same second 

The same hour 

The same day 

That he spoke into the wind 

Spoke into the Red Bull charging 

crashing into my everest 

Little Mrs.Olive's eyes have now turned into a faint memoir 

It's a wrenched idea that what kept me afloat now has me drowing 

This poem is about: 
Our world
Guide that inspired this poem: 

Comments

Need to talk?

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741