Your name still picks holes
between my ribs...
You say songs sung in the snow
strip the heartstrings bare...
It makes no sense:
Who does play the music...
Mirrors shy away when I look at me
I think in me one could never...
What a hug-less night!
what infectious cruelty...
Daylight drifting in...
Awakens me from my sleep...
So here we hang
on the wishing tree...
My trauma was here before you
but when you came...
White silvery hair,
Memories fading from her...
For the sake of silence,
we have to distance ourselves...
The Dog Walker...
Summer serenades
me with her softness...