Misty sadness

Find me a clover
under the blanket
of nothingness
pick a four leafed one
for me to hold

crumple me a rose
in my bleeding fist
hurt more the words
that sliced clean
through my heart

heal me a hurt
within the knowing
wipe the sore
upon the feet
that walked to you
through arid land

the dying sun
glorious for it knows
it will return tomorrow
but my sadness for today
will be written in forever

happy anniversary
where ever you are
I wonder if you even
remember me.