This was the weekly
"we can have a cup of coffee...
I took off the white gloves,
washed my hands...
Everybody in that lobby
heard the cries of joy coming...
This thirst reminds me
of winter...
I've been composing for us
a night...
I still find comfort
in the way you run your fingers...
Your number navigates
amidst my eyes, too familiar, too missed...
I saw him a broken nightingale
with sparkleless eyes and sparkleless...
You're such a
pampered star...
Wait, was that a gun?
You honestly couldn't tell...
When you
were waiting in that car...
There are mornings
when I wake up...