Today, I reminded you
that this house will never...
....and I was wrong.
this pocket feels heavy...
You wield your
tongue like an assassin's...
excavated childhood memories, i handle
them with care, reminding myself to hold...
No more grey-edged yesterdays
brimming monotony...
somewhere deep under
there’s a poet in me...
long rain cascades
morphs into a lyrical chant...
A sky full of clouds
imprisoned her soul...
I used to want to
follow in your footsteps...
I surrender myself
to the ethereal dance and sway...
I thought
they would blossom...
trembling hands.
i breathe in deeply...