Bower boy

I've left blue letters
on the windowsill
for you

since I were a child.

Inked notes
on bottle caps
and pegs
and ribbons,
to remind you
that we were lovers once,

a lifetime ago.

My offerings for your
wild cobalt nest
to have you know that
Bower boy,

I love you still.

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