I thought I could get over you...
So many years passed...

I frame my words by curving the
letters smoothly, aligning them...

You’re not an illusion
you’re real to me...

It’s funny how we don’t account for time,
as he just finds his way and slips right...

my heart is full tonight,
for I have been loved by a poet...

the sky closes her eyes
and you feel your body...

Tonight,
the shadow in my closet is...

You were holding hands with fear,
like she was a lover...

pull the gauze off your palms
and let the blood express the thoughts...

It’s the end of this blink, breath
second...

The night has rested
on her exhausted shoulder...

The past has been pressed
within pages, that only unfolds...