“I’ve been watching too much Mayor of...
but what I meant was I’ve been thinking way too...
The conversation was so natural we both forgot we...
Writing love poems at midnight is not where you...
You were the high tide.
You were the undertow too...
Static in the marrow of the hive
Thousand tongues all fighting to survive...
She was right-
And she typically wasn’t about many things back...
~*~
Bequeath a truth they won’t forget...
Time to say goodbye to the night
Because the night ended now...
I keep orchids
where your shadow used to fall...
The wind blows hard, the darkened night,
Scavenging for food, avoiding the light...
I used to look up at the sky
Each and every night...
Like a river when it falls
There is no pain to feel...
the flashbacks assault your body like
hailstorms on fragile glass...