Is there a word for having no words
I’d like to think contentedness stole my...
I left my dresser-drawer slightly open,
for your spirit to slip and escape this...
My name, it is not Jack,
And I do not have a spring...
Music perished into dust
as I paused for a moment...
I count his footsteps
to my dismay...
I've been reading the words you left behind
again...
Yelling daffodils paraded
Eulogies, soft, serenaded...
9:11 a.m
21st March, 2019...
The streets
around her are dying with the madness...
I slip quietly from conversations
to taste the lonely air outside...
My ears are abuzz with wood sprites
and water nymphs...
and if you ever feel like giving up-
Remember the stars in the sky...