He's gone...

I am in danger
of root rot...

All at once
love steps lightly in...

Your heart
fell...

Don't worry, Autumn
you'll always be my daffodil...

Before you let me down
again...

I am fascinated more
by distance...

Inevitably I'm a mess;
with my emotions all strewn about...

I thought perhaps beauty
belonged to those girls who giggled about...

I am an artist
plagued by poem...

Perhaps from a weird angle
I'm flattered by your summery nonsense...

I feel silly sometimes,
recalling the ways I behaved...