I stumbled across a photograph
that made me stop and think...
Nightfall approaches
with sparkling stars...
You found me at the darkest highway
I know I shouldn't be there...
I was alone at the funeral,
my blonde hair flowed in natural waves catching...
I do wish that sometimes i was dead,
At least that way i know you'll be gone out my...
Once in a while
when it's cold and dark...
Grief must leave this throbbing heart
before I become trapped within...
What use is a word
when it merely emphasises silence...
Why did you leave?
I barley know you...
So tell me,
How have you been the past 4 years...
Subtle flickering flint of light
melting, lonely, in daylight...
Manoel died
and the world...