the drifting scent of softest you

the drifting scent of softest you
breathes heavy in the moonlit air
perchance we’ll meet in lonely cold
by etchèd stone that marks your bed

i’ll bring you flowers and my tears
glinting silver, blushing red,
and both i’ll set upon your chest
with hope of nevermore

and maybe we (while all alone
within this park for restless souls)
will speak of days best left forgot
or yet the wind may say enough

and when i leave be always sure
that you and i, we never were