..she had no knowledge, as
he swept her off course...
This is who I am...
my hands tremor to the point...
My scars tell a story
Of what my mouth can not...
For as long as I can remember
I've walked the darkened streets...
Headless angels adorn an abandoned Christmas Tree-
Tucked in a back alleyway...
How long does it take
a day, a month, or even a full year...
In every winter you pass by
to interrupt the silence of my...
Silence consumes the air, nothing
but a soft summer breeze gliding...
I used to find the ocean cradled safely in your...
Perhaps your calm gaze no longer could contain its...
As a child I was fascinated by your back,
I saw your freckles as docks and my crayons...
I know the fault does not
lie within my hands...
I will stop dreaming
when my reality...