A portion of my heart
becomes fractured, when I...

You've ruined it again for us,
just like you've ruined my hope for...

You have band-aids on your arm again.
But they're not bandages, your skin...

I glance back at the stoic siding and windy shafts
with reminiscence of healthier schedules...

We pass each other handfuls of kettle corn
with nothing short of empathy...

Looking within,
I am blinded...

Sunflowers compose
a symphony of light seeds...

For the times when I don't show I care,
the sun is setting without me and you try...

How do you prevent thoughts from
reentering when they have barged in...

Machinery, is that all I am?
The sun had been abducted too soon...

The world tells us something
different each day...

My locution -
ghosts of a garden...