I've been with you from then till now.
I have to let you go somehow...

The crickets chirped in pattern.
Just as melodically, she said no. no. no...

I wish I could be in that perfect place
where poetry...

Portraits and pictures and paintings
Line the walls that...

I walk down the halls
With a smile on my face...

Finally slipping from the sun's fingertips
Manufactured breaths cool my face...

We could sit and stare
at nothing at all...

The first bearing of skin
In an inspirational story...

A trail of boredom
Across the state...

My poems are how I express myself,
even though they're not so good...

I read the face, the words.
I read an acient text in translation...

The moon's breath on your face,
and your skin is purple...