Chain Of Leaves

A chain of leaves,

 

Willow vines leading up and up,

 

Grains of salt caught in the creases of my palms,

 

A crack in the cement,

 

A wick burns outwards, inventing itself.

 

In my dreams we say goodbye over and over,

 

I cradle your face in my palms

 

though it spreads out infinitely,

 

catching me

 

As I lay your eyes, your nose, your cheeks, your smile and the lines in its corners

 

into the ground

 

and you tell me

 

this place

 

-where you are leaving me-

 

to you has been

 

something lovely.

 

Artwork & Words By Rosie Brand

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