she littered the road with golden apples to catch your eye and she

wrapped her arms around you,

sang to you sweetly,

quoted Neruda and Hemingway with

her lips tasting of corruption,

and you loved her because you needed to.

she weighed heavily in your chest as you

walked barefoot to the sea,

and the sky was dull and

the ocean was dull and

the earth was too much for you to carry.