To leave was only a brief thought
back then, on so many mornings
I would rather not have awakened
putting my pride out with the trash,
as dark clouds followed me inside,
trailed my smile like your eyes did
to make it fade away.Those stars,
those glimmering stars never left. I
wandered, blue-hued, almost hollow;
trapped, I tripped, stumbled, fell, lay
down for a time. Oh, invisible forest,
I lost you in trees, but rose like fog
after rain painting every day of April.
~
~NaPoMo day 20 (a poem a day in April (for National poetry month)
forget-me-not 