How many bubbles
does it take to drown...

I wonder when
your parasitic nature...

You rose up to
meet me...

Your memory feels like
fog with no lighthouse...

You said
that you would...

what do you call the
'what ifs...

The sky thickens
and the stars pour through...

Tiny pretty things
fall like stars...

I sway gently into sleep
cresting on the waves...

I feel your loss
like two rivers...

Tap water bubbles, and
hot water burns my skin...

If you keep moving
you can't cry...