why does the haunting begin
not awaiting for the full moon...
'i'll wait a lifetime or two
to get me through...
you allow the soft breath of winter sun
to loom on your face once more...
We are who we are in spite of doing what we did
that is now done...
We are your mirror that is cracked every side
Ugly and damaged, imperfect, yet tries...
Existence... is a simple thing,
it either is or it is not...
Are words enough to remember me by?
I wish I had more to give you...
The grandfather clock
Its rhythm never silent...
Some things are too personal for poetry,
so I'll speak vaguely...
Your name was Patrick,
I made sure I got it right...
I'm sorry for worrying you.
I'm sorry for not being able to get over you...
There once was a lively flock of birds,
always in sight of a grand destination...