We live in concrete blocks
Of plastered glass...

What more tragic way to say goodbye
then to tell me like you did...

The door, alas, is closed..
the fire burned, has burnt...

Death.
so somber...

SIMPLICITY.
At best...

Rough hands
and soft ones...

Achievement achievements ..
into a juxtaposition...

Dust.
all I do or feel...

I took a little walk today
As cherry blossoms blew my way...

At dawn I see,
a mockery...

EYES GAZE
so fine...

She grazed in death.
in comfort...