When is the last time that artistry has
exposed me for who I took the chance...

Whenever I smell fresh grass being cut
or lilac bushes budding their perfume...

We are both a distant flurry away
Enfolding solitude as not to sway...

i shower in the gray silence of
an autumn afternoon...

I picked up the blade
like it would help me sow...

The autumn sun touched the
nape of my neck, today...

Surrounded.
These shrill voices mock...

I socialized today
with other decent human beings...

Right now, I'm not being fashioned by statistics,
politically correct statements or any vivid...

To have you here [at last]
is my heart's truest desire...

I thought he needed me
like rainfall begs for light...

Everyday,
I leave this house parched...