it's not enough to write about the loneliness...
or conjure metaphors that will be accurate enough...
How imprisoning
our liberty seems when we've...
Give chance to healing
not to the wound, by being...
Before the stifling winds reach
the nape of my neck...
I never remember the nights
being this unbearably long...
A silent dance
behind the eyes...
I have homeless knots
hanging in my closet...
Even though I'm sure you'd disagree,
I feel we're headed back to square one...
and as the clock approaches
the last minutes of the night...
Are you gone?
Nah, I’m still here...
i don’t know, I wish I knew
but i don’t know...
A gadfly
Buzzes...