ferns
magic and mischief.
pleaure and pain.
it was twilight in the garden.
and i was ghosting after you.
i was always ghosting after you.
and you were always just beyond my reach.
you were mine, but never truly.
hidden amongst the ferns, seated on stone benches.
everything was connected.
to that moment.
to that day.
more so than i could see at the time.
never clearer than i see it now.
i was yours, but never truly.
i was ghosting after you, always. always.
and you were ghosting after her.
7:00 p.m. - 2008-11-08