A poem by Alex Merrill
Your soul is yellow, and profound.
Like, sailing your hands over a summer bonfire.
I imagine your laughter behind the scene.
Face to face we gaze,
Your eyes are no longer crammed with love
Am I to blame?
Have I robbed you of your joy?
My knees bruise the floor,
“Forgive me, please!”
For- I no longer possess your love.
I refuse to live a day
Where our souls are apart.
We will always be connected.
We have traveled light years together.
You are me,
As I am you..