We lay like nouveau models lounging in the gaze of eachother 

With such ease like we know what it means to be lovers 

Sometimes people just leave 

All of a sudden 

With all of those details you’d studied 

And the colours you could see 

In conceited summers, or clad in silver raiments

turn pallid 

And it’s stunning 

To reflect on dreams that once flourished, ungoverned 

Behind the eye of one so enamoured 

~ 

I’ve been thinking too much about them

Leaves consoled upon rivers that weave towards the sun 

A lowering horizon 

Where else do I turn?