You were never that loud,
almost always asleep...
People always say you'll know,
and now, I understand...
You said to me,
"grief isn't for you...
i guess we crossed a line
i wish i didn't whine...
The Color of Goodbye
I do not know the paints to use...
A grieving soul speaks
Its words painfully penned, a stark reality has...
in the parking lot
mercury vapour cones drop the snow...
In the end it wouldn’t even matter.
The memories will surely shatter...
distant noise registers as loudly
as my own thoughts- water running...
You will never know
the depth of my love...
Shall I return to fading scribes of old?
That once with each a turn and covered page...
The snowy lilies gird her pith - in wake;
bejewelled love reposed in truest sleep...