soft smooth skin
plump reddened cheeks
spider web wispy hair ending in
airy curls
sunlightened
I am the mountain
time is the river rushing you down
away from me
leaves me
old
tall
barren
cold at night
in purple early winter light
I watch you tumble over rocks
disappear
ever farther away
I am longing
for the time when
we were one
and my day was the glow
you refracted from
your young green eyes