sandalwood
the silence breaks softly
as the wind carries my voice away
with your name sitting softly on it
you bring me to my knees
although you, i. not we.
as the butterflies whir
above us in the clouds
i hear you tell me stories
that i believe
do you remember?
you turn to whispers at the end
and close your lips,
tightly kissing me
and hold me close.
with no mention of sandalwood.