What happens to pain
that never dissolves...

Like a prayer, almost
two hands clasped...

Today I pruned the roses
I touched the green leaves...

... like a blanket
made from cotton...

Moon,
watch over me...

Silence
as I stand under the spray...

Forgive me
If I am only holding space for myself...

I run
too quickly...

I want you and
I don't...

Envelop me like a current
as the sunlight falls to pieces...

Your memory feels like
fog with no lighthouse...

There are only
so many pieces...