Today
I watched a cloud, a...

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...

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

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

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

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

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