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

Dear Five,
Your number is necessary for human earth to...

I know how to fall asleep,
I know how to breathe in deeply...

Over and over, I reach you:
through the winds, the drifting of snow...

I tore into the darkness
wiping away excess of pain...

Memories rust
the lock to our hearts...

You crafted us beautifully,
able to be shaken...

I'd forgotten what it's like to tumble
unceremoniously to the ground, arms tied...

My heart breaks through its cage,
shutting time down...

I still feel
the profound sadness...

What do you do when a memory is born then dies...
Eleven o'clock on a Wednesday night/ a lonely...

Who are you?
I am not MYSELF...