a boy in a bubble
a man in his room...
July 5, 2019
On the day that we met...
I can't always write about you
but here lately your eyes dance...
I’m ok with the pain.
It’s a dark place...
Her words become shortened
as each day is knitted into the final...
Running my fingers across the stone the carved...
Loved By All But Died Alone...
Serene Face
Eyes stare blankly...
I spotted silvery, spikes
along a very large wall...
She stands with many others
On the canyon of empty loneliness...
All in silver and grey
in the dying bed...
Why does it always seem that my life is a long...
With each occasional stops, sightseeing memories...
Youthful soul who risked your prayers
Do not let your mind be taken...