Why am I writing within a fear
if I don't even know if I can...

Please let the golden sky bloom again.
Wasn't it just floating above my dreams...

Hands smaller than before
with see-through creases...

He was hidden behind
olive fingerprints...

I always appear to be roaming,
though sometimes the world in front of me...

I stirred from my bed in
inspiring fear...

Inside the house,
angled to the side of a prattling fan...

You said by embracing you,
to the degree of suffocation...

I exclaimed my love to you,
unknowing that you would leave...

You let me lead your heartbeat
alongside the broken road of...

Our God heals all broken hearts,
there is not one beating human...

At twilight
my heart warms itself to you...