You came up to me

a friend of my youth

sorceress 

witch

you held a tray

filled with rose heads

for your mysterious rituals

only a few understood

You smiled and apologized

for avoiding me

all these years

on this big island

that wasn’t even ours

in the first place

I listened

but didn’t utter a word

couldn’t tell you the truth

that I forgot you

made the island my home -

instead I smiled back

and added another rose 

to your intricate tray

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Inspired by a dream.

Photo by Asoggetti

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