When you came, with wine in your eyes and mustard fields on your lips, I complained why weren't you early. When you left, with water in your eyes and fallow lands on your lips, I complained why didn't you delay. When you returned, with warmth in your eyes and apple orchards on your lips, I complained for a replay. And just like that, neither was I ready to let you go nor to let you stay. Dying. Either way. #theunsungquill #poetry #white_nowadays
