Everything about you has become a blur,
salt and snow, sheets and winter sky...
Tears of sorrow run down my face,
Trying to find a way to let him in...
I was never one to be afraid of heights,
but now I'll have to admit...
Sometimes I wonder if I'm only good for keeping my...
expressionless, not replying because maybe if I...
They might find this crumpled up paper
sleeping on the floor because these words...
These hands held a candle
beneath you, hoping to rekindle...
This is a poem
that family won't...
It has been a while since
you last visited; loneliness...
In darkness, I thieve my
self...
Once as I was a little shrub swaying happily right...
surrounded by a warm breeze, my mother and my...
I am done sewing metaphors
and painting happy endings...
Hopefully the swan might swim tonight
for the murk of the lake creeps in silence...