It’s cold, twelve degrees below zero.
You’re remembering her face, how the sun...
the lump in my throat
was from swallowing your pride...
If you see a man
beaten down on the ground by depression itself...
tears roll along
the sills of my eyelids...
It's dark in my mind
And I only want to hide...
11:21 pm and sorrow hits me
again, again and again...
I feel your hands
circling...
There's bile in my throat telling me my timing is...
It's just plain easier to ignore inconvenient...
I
never know what...
Sometimes in the quiet
slither of evening...
What is it
I'm afraid you'll see...
There are only
so many pieces...