I miss you my friend
Oh so very much...
There is a cliff
that lovers go to...
You will forever
be my always...
No, I will not burn
this poem...
Sometimes love subtly strikes against dusty...
and the remembrance of the past draws clear...
She told me
“I will wear flowers...
If you were my portrait then I'd be your brush
Painting your colours so vivid and lush...
His heart and her heart
they pulse ruby rain...
Pre-dawn heading to the airport
the hidden sun casts a yellow haze...
I'm not perfect.
When I wake up in the morning my hair is a mess...
I outlay all our memories
on our bedroom floor...
Your words spread like ashes,
over the hill top of my tear soaked eye lashes...