You said
that you would...

Moon,
watch over me...

Your memory feels like
fog with no lighthouse...

How many bubbles
does it take to drown...

Lean into the wind
feel the smoke...

The sky thickens
and the stars pour through...

Throughout the years
they grew together...

I wonder when
your parasitic nature...

I
am half-built...

Scars fade.
Sometimes...

Like a prayer, almost
two hands clasped...

I wish I could
find the crack...