Periwinkle rain is the film developing above...
and mismatched star lines, sheets covering...

The sight of a church so large, resting
calmly so high above your eyes, mounted...

You thought Sunday's were always
good for foot massages and being...

I summoned you as if you were
a call away from Barcelona...

Grace
ensuing...

Departure took away the little dreams
I had budding for us. There were barely...

I swear I've glimpsed
your burnt orange skin...

On Valentine's Day, 2016.
A father and daughter...

A hundred times my words
have changed but my voice...

I want to stitch back every dream
he was told would never make it...

These words are too hungry
for my soul's peace...

Play your heart for me. What
chords these words often...