It seemed unreal,
to stand at your gravestone...
This next poem was written 4 months later, sadly...
Take a deep breath...
Oh how I used to wait for you,
my sweet September...
When dusk comes, I take my walk
Meeting ghosts of Summers lost...
Human expressions deformed
Sun shine void of warmth...
Father.
You speak coherent words...
Infectious cravings of a deep memory
prick the inside of my conscience...
Trijan Refrain...
Sometimes life is so cruel,
Success is illusive, just like an eel...
I just ran away
From the orphanage my mother left me...
I you lived today like it was your last, what...
Would you tell me secrets...
You've known him
for quite some time...