Fallen Trees Poem by Stefanie Fontker

Let me touch, and trace
The lines on your face
Beautiful, from where
Do you hail? Have we
Ever met before, baffled
I'll ponder the moment
May I hold your hand?
We could take a stroll
The autumn breeze
Will never grow old
Speak of your dreams
And I'll tell you a tale
Of fallen trees and
Stolen memories
Would you care, hold me
For I have been tricked
Once before, in a life
Too far away from this
Cracked, shallow heart
Fix me, is it possible?
Never, it's the opposite
I am not meant to
Be caressed so tenderly
For no one buys something
When it's already broken