You had folded my clothes
on the chair, and left a note...
Holds procession with
practiced spontaneity...
I was really burning for your caressing hands
until I learned just in my illusion...
The moment
you stop visualising...
Such furious haste
take awhile to grow older...
Had I the time to tell you all that I have...
we could spend a good month in genial discourse...
'Fake it till you make it' is honestly
the worse advice one can give...
I left my dresser-drawer slightly open,
for your spirit to slip and escape this...
I know where all the time goes
though twenty years sped by in a flash...
My name, it is not Jack,
And I do not have a spring...
The life of me, a tree!
I am standing proud, as a two-hundred-year-old oak...
Souls, left to wonder
in the uncertainty of...