(this poem is currently in the process of being...
My head lays on my pillow...
We used to share the same season,
but each season lasts for three months...
Why do these days on lonely streets I cast
a clouded jewel on dolls devoid of face...
during
those long...
You hang on to my thoughts
like ice to the street...
I miss you and all the terrors
our friendship demanded of us...
All seems different in our abode
The air boreal, denser...
I wanted to be selfish.
To fall to my knees, entangle our fingers...
Summer was filled
with such contentment...
as another
arrow whizzed wide of its mark...
You were the sun
And I was the cloud that darkened your skies...
We'll never know and never see
What could become of you and me...