LauraDrawsStuff

I curse you That you will step on that one stray lego with your bare foot That when you reach for sugar It will turn to salt That every penny you find will be unlucky I curse you With clumps in your yoghurt With knots in your hair With a cough that never really goes away (like the one you nursed me through) With memories of those worst moments you wish you could forget. I curse you with the plague of never quite being comfortable as you adjust your sheets, of never quite having enough milk in your cereal, of never quite being able to forget my face as I walked away.

I walk along, the forest's silent here Pale birches, silent sentries, form a lane They watch me as I go, they shed no tear The seasons change, still I can't run from pain The trees, they know the dances of the spheres They know the moon will wax and then will wane They know these things they cannot change nor steer To run from grief's like running from the rain Yet I cannot accept or comprehend How is it that the babbling brook can speak Using your voice? I almost feel your hand Upon my arm; remembrance makes me weak However if I run, if I forget I'll save myself but lose you once again