Different kinds of love.
Crumbling leaves beneath
Our steps toward
Sunrise
Abstract moments
With more than a wish
Coming true
After whispers of hope
Open up moments
That keep us breathing
Heavy remnants.
slipping from our hands
And into the arms
Of rainy days and sunlit corners
Backing up against
Walls
that make us weep inside
for more than one shade
mixing together with
what we had
and where I stand
out in the open
silently reliving
the brush of your hand.
-Anna Mason-Kamgaing