Tiny Love by Gaia
You visit me
When I’m leaden enough to get
Sleep
Enfolded in a womb of silken sheets
I’m made up of choices
Choices all mine
But you tug me sometimes
Towards your ethereality
My grief is a pet
That licks my open wounds
And sits waiting by the door
Maybe when I’m kinder
I’ll put on my boots
And take her for that walk
In a place
Corporeal and dirty
Heavy heaving towards a
Sovereign memory
I remember you
Just as you were
A tiny love I couldn’t
Make room for
“I trashed this piece because it feels more like a personal letter to someone who never had the chance to hear it.”
Gaia (she/her) is a singer and songwriter and general creative explorer living all over the place right now. Instagram: @gaia.scarf