Down, i look. You turn to see me, so slowlY
Every now and then, i turn to see you toO...
You are the prime suspect
of the destruction of private property...
Sleeping here like the dead
Wishing I were alive...
The space you left kills.
The sound of wind...
Having no else present,
but that which makes all else visible...
This is a poem about kpop
How I just love all their songs...
Aching souls scatter
Nearby alleys clatter...
Pen at the ready, and
Off I go...
Truth be told
I feel damn old...
I lost a friend a week or so ago
To a sensless act of unwanted violence...
Although we are far
thoughts of you like stars...
Underneath a fallen star
dream catcher memories...