Abruptly
like a broken hasp...

Sometimes in the quiet
slither of evening...

I wake up
the weight of the day heavy...

We were walking
along the edge...

Somehow
in the silence...

I look into the sky
and watch the night-rain fall...

I thought I was
safe...

Tiny pretty things
fall like stars...

what do you call the
'what ifs...

You rose up to
meet me...

The wind whirls and grey
spirals twist my pupils...

White tile
white room...