"yesterday your hand was in mine
your palm warm against mine
heat driving back the chill of winter
my eyes were wide shut, love
walking into this, into you blindly trusting
oh-so naive, a little girl brimming with curiosity
but as the snow melted, so did your warmth
and with the light breeze of Spring,
came a surprising chill.
one day I opened my eyes
to see everything around me a blinding green
but you weren’t there
(were you ever?)"
-green green grass and the color of your eyes // c.r.