A word
It starts with a word
Soon comes more words and a dream
Then you can’t go back
Drops
Drops fall quietly
Filling the room with sadness
One by one by one
Perfect
Like breakfast and bed
Like summer and sun-kissed skin
Perfect together
Retreat
I can feel the doubt
The movement away from me
Your quiet retreat
Flaws
No one is perfect
And I’m the most flawed of all
At least in my mind

