Empty chest
veins diverge...

That stricken boat on the glass sea,
With windows tinted unevenly...

I could lay asleep or wide awake,
Regretting choices that I make...

There's detoxification in the initiation,
You're cold and cold you'll stay...

We had the same hands,
but different lives...

Everything seems so long ago, now -
yesterday...

My intuition:
a hot knife...

The sun sets with melancholy.
Wondering what it could have done better...

Absence works to demoralise;
when the feeling's lost...

You were an impressionist
and I- too headstrong to concede...

Welcome to the inner world;
where moving forward...

it all stops.
that’s it...