After you
I became creative...
We're running out of water.
It's been two weeks and we've...
Do not read between my lines-
no more...
You were holding hands with fear,
like she was a lover...
Dried,
and crushed into rage...
What may come of the sunflowers
blossoming before schedule...
Sitting opposite to a blue wooden window,
far enough so that breeze won't sneak on me...
pull the gauze off your palms
and let the blood express the thoughts...
I've lost faith in
so many things...
I rarely cry anymore,
but when I do, it's when...
winter begets silence as the sparrows
struggle for warmth, the slowly-dying...
The night has rested
on her exhausted shoulder...