Perhaps this will be the only poem
I will ever unclothe with sadness...

No longer do I fall asleep in your arms
nor do I fall in love with the darkest nights...

The sun has been residing
within my mind this season...

I sit on the edge of my bed as though it is I,
who was trespassing, rather than the...

Shall I leave the candle unlit and walk away?
If I wasn't taught of clemency dwelling...

I guess I can say I've crossed one too many...
realising too late that all this time, they were...

You caught me
praying underground...

Weaving my way through littered alleyways
which separated the past and the future...

You left me unmasked,
unguided and unprotected...

I have always believed depression lived
within ebony clouds beneath my eyes...

My
lilies...

I remember
a little house in Italy atop a sloping hill...