It seems as if yesterday,
You held out your hand...

I see now, and a thousand moments after,
the joy I could have lived...

Is this dream, so vast within my grasp?
Am I immune to the distraught behind me...

I used to dream of mornings that are
too lost in the depths of my palms to...

The dots fall,
sepia moments undulate before my...

I am no Alfred Prufrock;
you were self invited to decorate my tardy brain...

Today
I watched a cloud, a...

When the red cloud melted last night, the sleeves...
affection sat drenched in the memories of our...