harboring fear

erased papers
treasures from that autumn
we woke late
each day you moaned
was another

small box
copper wing
sealed with your name
and mine

over an ocean - silence
her words are in you
of you

the tears of years 1 2 and 3
her favorite was the fruit
touched with floated

handling this inside
fooling no one
it sits on my skin for 3

opened a window
smelling the same sea