Cove's Corner
I write poetry!
(Very Occasionally)
It Was Only
It was only a moment
That didn't know when to end
As you buried birds under seedlings
Because blood helped them grow
It was only sacred
In the clock ticks between tears
The gentle ones and zeros
Marked whose turn it was to scream
It was only a year
That went in a blink
Our seedlings withered with the drought
Because everything comes to an end
It was only time
It was only space
It was only pain
It was only grace
It was only lost
It was only a waste
It was only love
