The nights are starting to stretch into early
evenings – where there once was a boundless...
I want to tell her about you,
how you're not the kind of loneliness...
I'm often jealous of
how deeply you sleep...
The rain is sparse,
but I hear it inch its way closer...
A musty shoebox
letters tied with faded bow...
You catch feathers
from mid air...
how cruel of april? to barge in with anger in her...
and fists aching for a fight – before long, i am...
I never knew why I was here,
in this dimension...
Stay with me a while,
please...
like midnight saturated with shadows,
like when you taste the rain in the air...
I saw the moon
the other day...
I regret not killing you.
I could have done it quickly, without a trace...