Au Revoir

How do I tell you.

As warm water and spices warm the inner linings of a body we once shared. 

But a mind apart and turning. Always. 

It's like this

But it isn't, is it? 

I'd like to hold your hand and forget about what I want. 

I'd like to hold your hand and forget. 

Wanderlust

I like the smell of rain

Wandering on paths 

And wondering if I took the right one

Or if I even care