sobbing on the staircase,
but the tears weren't mine...

-Element Etheree...

I keep adding spoonfuls
until my heart ceases...

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...

You are a person I trust.
Year after year, my memory...

... is not the number of stars,
or poems, or sunsets I've neglected...

You may know me as a five foot seven
kindred spirit, expressing love to strangers...

When I was young, being watched from pale
shorelines of New Zealand, I never believed...

"I'm sorry", he bellowed, over and over...

We are trained to question, always question
in order to analyze the needs they walk in with...