Future Read to me Could She If Best End See you
I have none:
I was to be
my love note–
I am cold in snow away
I live ’till summer, please–
I’m afraid of heaven
for Mom ran me
away to a cheaper
place with a note
promised to come in summer
and no one loves me
she won’t come in time
no one in heaven will love me either
toy with me
I will have, if
a mystery is solved
me up
high enough
to reach a kiss
again
will I;
would you
love me like a kiss
from heaven
reaching
—- Douglas Gilbert