You've been quiet lately,
and I always know why...

Rest easy, sigh no more,
when you come to a place you don't know...

Everything settles before me -
my breath...

I want to be found
in you...

I've been told
that it only takes approximately...

You said the April sun
would breathe us closer...

This is the worst suffering I could possibly...
it goes beyond anything I have ever seen with my...

Oddly, you're
calming to me...

Last night, I had a dream­
that she was dying...

I wasn't always this exhausted, coming home with...
Everything - magnified - the way I take up extra...

You provide the lined paper and I am the pen,
anything and everything we could ever want to be...

Another poem to my depression:
You are what I slip on...